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I See


Seasons Change...

...change of seasoning.

Pepper, please:
Former reasoning.
Throw away~
I can see the whole world
If I climb upĀ“
The mast!
I can call anybody -
Yet tumors may creep,
In my membrane.

Day In New

I open up the curtains
And what is it I see?
A dull sun is smiling
Softly at me

I look out the window
The ground covered with frost
Upon soil and pebble
The warmth this world has lost

I look up at the ceiling
A grey and unseen white
Today is a new day
And I think I just might

Spend it like all others
Strayed by a distant fright
That if I somehow lose aim
My life won't be the same

Some Sometimes

Sometimes I find
That something comes to mind
Sometime I think
Would it seize if I blink?

Would it drown in my fictive
Imaginations flowing
Or would it keep growing
Would it keep going

Traveling through my mind
Engraving itself in there
Seeing to it that I won't forget
That this thought is near

I notice sometimes often
How my thoughts tend to soften
Yet my poetry is like a shard
It cuts away all that bombards

Me with silly denotations
And useless biggery-jibber
It sees to that I find
Only everything bigger

And keep it
In store

Raining Now

A silent cascade of raindrops tear
The darkness reaching loud and clear
Into our being sensed in soul
Seeing through the unseen whole

They splatter mildly against the grass
They collide swiftly with stone
They run astray on edges and lie
Unsteadily in their new home

To be swept away by the morning breeze
Rise back up to the clouds they please
Grow in content and deeply consume
Until the tender rainfall resumes


Oh my god! I made a blog!
What more can I, do with my time?
Maybe fish for cod, maybe cattle prod.
Maybe watch the sunshine, falling down.

Oh my god! I wrote some more!
Have I ever written this much before?
At least not in such poetical grace.
I bet you could read this poem for days!

For weeks, for months, for years on end!
No use in trying to not pretend,
That you don't like this poem so,
It will in your list of bookmarks go.

Now I leave the line at last
My little sublime rhyme stops again
Time is ticking down too fast
Until next time I write, my friend

So watch the grains of hourglass
And wait for me.

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