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bird's eye view: 226161 miles
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, August 6, 2015. How do we quiet inner whispers of dissent and anger. To greet days crinolined and perfect. Clouds streaming 'it's a wonderful life' life life. Leaves of the porcelain berry tremble tremble. August carves out the hollow places and stirs it with a wooden spoon. Apply pressure to the open wounds of sorrow and longing. As evening approaches …. August 19, 2013 at 9:30 AM. Oh, just oh. beautifully penned! August 20, 2013 at 8:20 AM. On The Plum Tree.
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bird's eye view: half past fearless
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, July 28, 2015. It will begin today. At four in the morning. On the heels of this full thunder moon . Softly, sublimely appointed chamber. With 4 walls of padded. Pink and orange-paisley-dragon silk. Wrapped with ribbons of blue sage. This will bind you both. You can turn it all around. Before it's too late. Is it ever too late? Shove aside pride and ego and your worm-hole of doubt. Love has faith and fireworks. Cinnamon vanilla and feels like flannel on. Nimasprout...
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bird's eye view: a perseid-august-falling
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A surrender to musings . . . . Monday, August 10, 2015. At a young age, I knew that scars were. On the outside . . rather than on the inside. It felt peaceful and ordained somehow. To bare a badge of injury - pain. To ultimately form thickened stretched skin. Pale as a badge. Inside scars suffocated - binding tight to the hollow spaces. Ringing with infinite sharpness. Scar me up and lay me down. Ink the line morel-black. To elude the phantomn pursuit. THEN, we find. Love is discovered under bridges.
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bird's eye view: April 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, April 30, 2015. Day #30 : to blue again . Write a poem backwards . start with the last line and work back to the beginning or take one already written, flip the order of the lines, edit so the poem works in this new order. Original: to blue . Bring me blue and leave me here . Rocked by spray of blue. Bring me blue and leave me here. Where hours and bones. Strength and trust collide in the wounded starshine. Solitude made fragile by wind &. Day #29 : ritual.
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bird's eye view: June 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, June 30, 2015. When you are sitting in a dark room gazing. When you are sitting in a dark room gazing out into the black night and one lone firefly lights itself up like the fourth of july over the potomac all belief is suspended all doubts fade and there is a hanging possibility as it moves, darting higher and i gasp as it is beautiful and solitary and perfectly totally oblivious to the rain about to fall. Wednesday, June 3, 2015. Birthdays make me squirm … ...
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bird's eye view: March 2015
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, March 31, 2015. NaPoWriMo : Early Bird Prompt. A lamentation for the other lives I could have lived, straightforward and highly vernacular. I guess it's too late to live at the ocean. I guess I'm too old to untether from the praire and move to the ocean. I guess it's too late to love at the ocean. I guess it's too late to smell the air off the ocean. I guess it's too late to start smelling you as you lie next to me at the ocean. I guess I will not learn to tie.
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bird's eye view: September 2014
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A surrender to musings . . . . Tuesday, September 23, 2014. Upon a black stallion in the woods . Your saddlebags of words and beautiful. Filled to summer's sun with the demons of yesterday. Today, the woods smell of verbena and dappled leather. And the light , ,. Oo the light cuts thru chaos and tenderness. To call the clouds down from heaven's azure fate. Weary is the wait, but sweet the story tells -. Of a water weave between said heaven and hell. The cities upon your road ;. Of silk and sword ,. Thrum...
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bird's eye view: 48% ... pressure @ 29.98" ✑
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, July 21, 2016. 48% pressure @ 29.98" ✑. To rest astride the hope. The gray to blue to green. Common hours separate the pulse. Waking to want to wait. Licorice root and peppermint tea. Beneath blue sky and gamma rays. Hope shimmers in the trail of luna moths. July 22, 2016 at 7:35 AM. Love and shared on twitter! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 48% pressure @ 29.98 ✑. 100º at nine twenty-five. Sun tea of peppermint and licorice. On The Plum Tree.
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bird's eye view: Saṃsāra
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A surrender to musings . . . . Sunday, August 9, 2015. Coyote song and air stream trailers. Hands held tight to the august sky. Gray fog dawn rolls in on the last boom of thunder. As the sliced pie of want circles the moon by and by. Tall tales and arms wide open. Wells of laced sorrow sit in the darkness of your eyes. Listening to mary gauthier and a single blue jay calling. Consequence and redemption pierce surrendered sighs. No need to peel the bark from the maple. No need to choose left or right.
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bird's eye view: November 2014
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A surrender to musings . . . . Thursday, November 20, 2014. Are why I sleep. You are why I sleep. Rolled upon the blue. Oh you are why I sleep. Floral boots upon the floor. Sun seeks corners more. Choice bred of wired wait. Time stands still and takes me away. . Tempest of storms thundered call. Secrets lie in waters white. As we run across the stars at night. Time furrows story-lines wide. Dreams take us close beside. Warmth comes to those who seek. You are why I sleep. You are why I sleep. Once put on .
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