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ATrueNorseman — 5:36pm - PCT
Published: 2009-03-31 06:57:23 +0000 UTC; Views: 119; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 3
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The poetic lines of goldenSkies, a gift of life!
"I Ought to remember this,"
I thought
Warm air
turning cold wheels
Push into the cold-warm
streaming
White laces afloat if not dragging
Along
the sinful clatter
of my Being human
A cinema of traffic noise
And an artist with a Turr'et
To draw
dashed white lines
on black cobble splotches
The pretense of dinner table
conversations about to go awry
carried outside
so, I wear
A helmet
Hindsight collects stop signs
like when to forget a load
so the brain won't crash
And leaves the simple things
On redial,
not like the poetic
Lines of golden skies,
life
My Focus
"just for today."
a Cluster of confounding rocks
fucking uninhibited beauty
shaking my hands
tightening
The bike lane to a guide rail
Things happened
The knees kept turning
Alloy gears kept spinning
Mechanics kept humming
A requiem
Conscious of that red spotted
Black bird
feathering the hard
Lines of
my focus
Sacrificing time for another
Vitalizing
Lovely Thoughts
,
all else buffeted by opal sands
of a second's storm like a glass
covered Lemaire that frosts from
the sudden change in
weather
or not such beauty of fake
Things could exist or
whether
Such beauty of real things
Should be
judged
with my
Fake Thoughts
How etched
in chaotic disbelief
Things have become, even-
-though
a lady sits on a windowsill
by the beach of opal sand and
red spotted black birds
Every sunset
,
To shape the
poetic lines
of Golden skies
our gift of life
Onto the metal grimoires of
Love,
and I bike to her in
the heat of my daydreams
to let her know I can
Bind it in Leather
~MK
