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Friday, October 19, 2012
Perhaps worth is the wrong word
by which to measure a man.
Perhaps it should be breath.
How many worthwhile words
have left his lips on a breath?
Perhaps it should be depth.
How deep runs his devotion,
or the laugh-lines at his eyes?
Perhaps it should be warmth.
How warm are his welcomes
for those other than friends?
Perhaps it should be length.
How long do his dreams last
when the world wants them lost?
Perhaps any of these words
measure better than worth.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Because she would ask me why I loved her
If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.
Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.
For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.
Then seek not, sweet, the “If” and “Why”
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.
by Christopher Brennan
Monday, October 8, 2012
If walls could speak, they’d whisper your secrets
Your struggle to lose a staring contest with the dark
Your thoughts in a sound proof quarantined mind
Poisoning a web of veins that once seemed lively
You’ll always wonder how the other half lives
Existing weightless while you only fall deeper
Within yourself and your maze of a mind
But what if you were as sane as the rest?
Perhaps your blood should no longer see your insanity as foreign
Perhaps life without insanity is a life not truly lived.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
And your breeze touched me.
You keep me alive
As you dance with my every sway.
The hurting snows keep pouring hard
But you sweep it with your gentle touch.
I know I cannot hold you forever
For the breeze is just passing.
Winter is but a moment
Gone when it's over.
So let me breathe with you
As long as you are here
Calm me my gale of wind.
The wintergreen is frail.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Breathe easy, breathe deep,
My dear friend
Sure bad things happen
Sure the world is bad
But those shoulders should
bear only so much
So I say block those thoughts
That turn your blood to ice
Let the warm energy of
hope and faith flood your
entire being and
Breathe; Breathe easy,
breathe deep, my friend.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
A lot of artists use pencils to make creative art works but Dalton Ghetti, a pencil lead sculptor makes miniature masterpieces out of the pencils' tips. Ghetti who is also a carpenter has been doing this unique artistry for almost 25 years already.
How dare you steal everything from me?
How dare you break into my life that quick
And leave me empty-handed?
I have reached a verdict.
You are a thief!
And I am now your victim.
Look what you did to me.
Look what you did to me.
You stole my breath.
Because you took it away,
The first time I saw you.You stole my peace of mind.
Because right now,
You're disturbing my thoughts.
You stole my sanity.
Because I'm now in my disoriented state of self.
You stole my strength.
Because I am now so weak to resist you.
And all of a sudden, I lost my power to choose.
You stole my heart.
And now I'm dangerously in love with you.
And here I am.
So stupid of loving a thief.