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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

You have a piece of my art...

As Yesterday turned Today
Searching for missing bread crumbs
Which the sparrows pecked on
I should have used stones instead
But then i would have remained
A bitter memory.
Atleast bread tastes good
Sometimes
Maybe.
But then you have chocolate sauce
Sweet
Entertaining
Makes you forget
Sometimes.
Lost at times like Hansel and his sister
Or rolling down the hill
With that guy and Jill.
And again i digress...
You have a peice of my art
Like a bread crumb i dropped
Feed it to sparrows if u must.
But remind me where i left it when i ask...

Sunday, January 16, 2011

that

You’re looking forward to that, you say.

Fragments of an unspent tomorrow.

Rarely subtle, in your face. Demanding.

These moments they’re rare too.
And the power you plant in this sometimes carries you through time…
Memory grows stronger with it.

And then when the future is here, I’m glad I remember, and the shadow of the memory is what brings me around.

So, I hold on to the idea of the tomorrow that paints my today.

I question, I grow, I create music…and one day I hope it’ll be, larger than life.

The stray cat found dinner in the garbage can,
When I decided to clean this up. 


a response to 'this'

Sunday, January 9, 2011

She said "only the girl is in the cup..."

Walking down life's path you encounter railway tracks
Iron rails... wooden planks... the sound 
of trains blending with coffee 
drowning your mind in a whirlpool 
of philosophical bliss.
It's nice to be a bourgeois... sometimes... 
It's nice to be a proletariat... sometimes...

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Parentheses

Love me Forever or don't love me at all
    and other clich├ęd lines...
Chase some cows over the rainbows 
    and other happy stories...
Where did the good people go
     when the moon shone bright on Charlie Chaplin
and his hard times...
Floating cheese with hard brown bread...
    ...and a confused oxymoron eclipsing half boiled ellipses....