One crow
stands alone,
crying out
sorrow songs
for a lover
long gone.
///
1/11
1/25/11
1/23/11
-Pale Revenge-
Revenge works in reverse.
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
With every corpse
it's clear.
The killer
is still empty
and fruitless
after endless attempts
to slake
the hate thirst.
The barren bone yard
overflows
with the broken bones
of forgotten foes.
So reverse your revenge,
extend grace.
///
10/10
10/12/10
-Gray And Black-
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
dropped
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
close.
No future
when hope
is left at home.
Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.
///
9/10
8/9/10
-Heavy-
Weighted words
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.
///
7/10
8/8/10
Lyrics By Iron And Wine-Upward Over The Mountain-From The Album 'The Creek Drank The Cradle'
I love Iron and Wine and this song's been stuck in my head for over a week now. Enjoy.
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain
Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain
Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain
7/31/10
-Band Aids-
Band aids on bullet holes
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.
///
7/10
We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.
///
7/10
We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.
7/28/10
Art, Michelle Suarez
Michelle Suarez, wife of Marco Suarez who I featured a couple months ago, is quite talented. What a gifted couple! Michelle's pillows are one of a kind, handmade and so unique. And they're made from really great detailed and textured materials. You won't be disappointed! Click HERE to view her Etsy page.
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