December 23, 2008 at 8:59 pm (poem)

digital observations

remember the time the bends controlled
the way we thought and all was blocked
by bricks of silence we accidentially threw
around oblivious.
broken punctuation managed to hold
our sentences from us whatever
we actaully wanted to say
could it be it was all wrong
oh yes it could
all later shame and sorry
even then though through the momentary fires
things came around differently
you almost broke part of my face
symbolic but still
things don’t matter anymore
we overcame
futile digital observations
resoveld in a reality
became content
lucky me
lucky you
finally making good
thinking now
things will remain good
observe
they will.

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December 22, 2008 at 7:40 pm (Uncategorized)

(23+35)
you know you are wrong

as you turn around and walk

into the faint light of dawn

transpart ’til the touch

reminds you that it’s real

the mess behind you

but now it’s behind you

and fading away you smile.

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