behind these windows.
hopes and dreams.
woes and joys.
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| view from the BQE |
Sunday, August 31, 2014
behind these windows and towers made by man
so many lives and stories
behind these windows.
hopes and dreams.
woes and joys.
behind these windows.
hopes and dreams.
woes and joys.
the storm approaches
the storm approaches,
away i fly.
above the earth,
i master the sky.
away i fly.
above the earth,
i master the sky.
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| above staten island |
Friday, August 29, 2014
when a heart breaks
when your heart is broken
it feels like all the pages were
torn from
the book you need
to live by and
learn from.
you watch as
they fall,
like leaves crumpled
on a grassless
groundspace.
it feels like all the pages were
torn from
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| planting fields |
to live by and
learn from.
you watch as
they fall,
like leaves crumpled
on a grassless
groundspace.
bees and flowers
bees and flowers
represent,
all the gifts from
heaven,
sent.
the partnerships
of living things.
the sweet musical
pattern that
makes the earthmother
sing.
represent,
all the gifts from
heaven,
sent.
the partnerships
of living things.
the sweet musical
pattern that
makes the earthmother
sing.
sunlight dances
sunlight dances
we drink it in.
each moment
a world of
joys.
we drink it in.
each moment
a world of
joys.
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| planting fields cell phone photo |
Thursday, August 28, 2014
the poet tree
the poet tree
foundation strong.
built on a world
of sorrows and
joys.
soft colors
and brights.
too short days
and some
sleepless
nights.
foundation strong.
built on a world
of sorrows and
joys.
soft colors
and brights.
too short days
and some
sleepless
nights.
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| planting fields |
my heart beats like a flower
my heart beats like a flower,
petals open and close
tears rush out.
and nobody
knows.
petals open and close
tears rush out.
and nobody
knows.
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| planting fields |
could you would you
could you pour
your own kindness
and drink of its
nectar.
would you look
past what you
see and
see what
really is....
could you,
would you.
your own kindness
and drink of its
nectar.
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| planting fields |
past what you
see and
see what
really is....
could you,
would you.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
she sang
she sang out loud
with joy of voice.
nobody listened.
so she asked herself
why sing at all
if ears are closed.
but
she sang another
note,
then waited,
hoping....
with joy of voice.
nobody listened.
so she asked herself
why sing at all
if ears are closed.
but
she sang another
note,
then waited,
hoping....
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| jones beach birdie |
man builds bridges
man builds bridges
big and tall
but be cannot cross
the divide between
love and hate
at all.
(he barely makes
it to the border
of the toleration
nation.)
on the way to NJ
big and tall
but be cannot cross
the divide between
love and hate
at all.
(he barely makes
it to the border
of the toleration
nation.)
on the way to NJ
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
picture postcard houses
picture postcard houses.
other people's lives.
parents, children,
husbands, wives.
behind these
walls of luxury.
human beings...
just like we!
other people's lives.
parents, children,
husbands, wives.
behind these
walls of luxury.
human beings...
just like we!
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| a view from norman j |
he called out
he called out in a voice,
loud and clear.
did anyone listen
or take
the time
to
hear.
loud and clear.
did anyone listen
or take
the time
to
hear.
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| at norman j |
she was trapped in her thoughts
she was trapped in her thoughts
but wriggled free long enough
to notice the beauty outside
her miseries.
sitting outside the yoga studio.
but wriggled free long enough
to notice the beauty outside
her miseries.
sitting outside the yoga studio.
Monday, August 25, 2014
we miss you little parrot girl
she knew she was pretty.
she knew she was sweet.
she knew she had us wrapped
around her cute birdie
feets
we miss you funny birdie girl
pteri tea rose max...our little pteribird
she knew she was sweet.
she knew she had us wrapped
around her cute birdie
feets
we miss you funny birdie girl
pteri tea rose max...our little pteribird
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| ♥pteribird cuteness forever♥ |
how strange to some
how strange to some
the concept of difference.
aforementioned some
even resent the
inference.
but to what standard
then,
should we conform.
what is sick and
twisted to one,
to another is
the norm.
the concept of difference.
aforementioned some
even resent the
inference.
but to what standard
then,
should we conform.
what is sick and
twisted to one,
to another is
the norm.
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| at norman j |
if a feather of kindness
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| at norman j |
from the loving
tree.
gently touched
humanity.
what a world
this would
be♥
my birdie tree
you can find me
in my birdie
tree.
this is my world
but it is not
all i see.
at norman j
in my birdie
tree.
this is my world
but it is not
all i see.
at norman j
Saturday, August 23, 2014
rock and grasses
rocks and grasses.
trees and sky.
how the world
was built...
for all to enjoy
and respect.
trees and sky.
how the world
was built...
for all to enjoy
and respect.
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| ny botanical gardens |
Friday, August 22, 2014
peace is a word
peace is a word
we have often
heard.
it is tossed
around like
sports
equipment
peace is a state
of mind,
to which we
all aspire...
in word is
easier to
attain.
in action...
inaction
peace is a state
of non aggression
an absence of hate.
a state barely populated
yet admired.
peace exists as
the unattainable
star.
shining high above
the bloodbaths
below.
its lights
dimming.
are we so hardwired to
pull, push and twist.
is the peace chip
something
we have
somehow
missed.
localflowers
forgot my camera.
only had my cell.
had to take a
pic of these flowers.
(too bad it did not
capture their
lovely smell)
only had my cell.
had to take a
pic of these flowers.
(too bad it did not
capture their
lovely smell)
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| around the corner |
the spirit of the bear
spirit of the bear
i am the spirit of the bear
and i am in such prolonged,
deep pain
some humans out there
think we bears are here
for hunting or
to entertain
to dance in the circus
to be baited and tormented
or our parts used for medicine
by those humans, demented
we belong to the forests,
to the mountains and streams
this is supposed to be our reality
not just in our dreams.
and i am in such prolonged,
deep pain
some humans out there
think we bears are here
for hunting or
to entertain
to dance in the circus
to be baited and tormented
or our parts used for medicine
by those humans, demented
we belong to the forests,
to the mountains and streams
this is supposed to be our reality
not just in our dreams.
how do you read the signs
how do you read the signs.
from your heartseyes,
your mindseyes
or that
dark space
in between.
from your heartseyes,
your mindseyes
or that
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| ny botanical gardens |
in between.
we live and love
we live and love.
together and apart.
two bodies and
two minds,
joined at
the heart.
together and apart.
two bodies and
two minds,
joined at
the heart.
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| ny botanical gardens |
the days they pass
the days they pass.
as pass they will.
the lessons not
learned.
more innocents
killed
no answers given.
questions left
and right.
meanwhile,
back at the
ranch...
major squabbles
and/or fights.
and when the day
is over.
a peaceful night???
as pass they will.
the lessons not
learned.
more innocents
killed
no answers given.
questions left
and right.
meanwhile,
back at the
ranch...
major squabbles
and/or fights.
and when the day
is over.
a peaceful night???
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| ny botanical gardnens |
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
a flower floats
a flower floats
in outer space.
the beauty
of so many
a face.
ny botanical garden joys
in outer space.
the beauty
of so many
a face.
ny botanical garden joys
for james foley and all victims of the unspeakable
we cry for you and those
in your life.
we cry for those who die
for no reason...
WHY.
we cry for our species
who never learns.
we cry for our world,
that barely turns.
we cry for peace
we cry for sanity.
we cry out...
is there any hope
for humanity...
in your life.
we cry for those who die
for no reason...
WHY.
we cry for our species
who never learns.
we cry for our world,
that barely turns.
we cry for peace
we cry for sanity.
we cry out...
is there any hope
for humanity...
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| ny botanical gardens |
Monday, August 18, 2014
to love
to love unbridled
reins not held.
to let the heart run
to another,
there to melt.
to find joy in the
laughter,
each moment
a lifetime
in itself.
the richness
of such love...
the greatest
source
of
wealth.
reins not held.
to let the heart run
to another,
there to melt.
to find joy in the
laughter,
each moment
a lifetime
in itself.
the richness
of such love...
the greatest
source
of
wealth.
