Tag Archives: Quiet

I am’s and chores.

6 Nov

I Want Wind to Blow: Microphones

You say, what sweeps me off my feet?

I freeze. Febreeze radiating. Debating.

Something like the hand glance, toe dance

coffee table barefoot sorta.

Passion vs stability.

Are you going to change the world from

the bus? It’s a clear bust to try to.

In flight is when your feels are real.

You land, you keep the lid on it.

One scene gleaned from the reel inside.

Everyone died. I lied. Still, not PG-13.

You showed a pic of the sun so

serene. Fire met dust so passionately.

I’ve dust for days but fire’s contained.

Where did it go?

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Change

3 Sep

You Shall Know the Spirit – Pfarmers

Maybe this time when I

look in the mirror I

won’t see a face

that’s so far from my own.

Maybe on a closer

inspection detection

of the differences

fade away.

In my mind I’ve got

some static frame from

some film that’s

never played.

And the man in there

never moved – he soothes.

He’s always from

a distant day.

But the light I hold

should fade away.

I’d never want to be

forever unchanged.

Because imprinted on my wake,

handfuls of birds strewn across

a lake.

I won’t see their beaks because

I can’t stay awake.

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Mind is swirling with

northern lights, my pith

won’t stay quiet it will

never not shift.

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Losing the light 2

30 Aug

a l e x – Proud Of You (feat. Alicks)

This is the light for a walk.

Just you and some thoughts.

Orange glow on the rocks.

Drinks hot and toes not.

–

This is the light just for me.

Unpack everything I’ve seen

and do it quietly.

–

–

This is the time for a talk;

dim light and decaf.

Let’s ditch the flock,

this wick burns fast.

–

A life armed to the teeth.

A cheetah out of breath.

A knife with no sheath.

All the things we build ourselves.

–

But this is the light for a walk;

in the hue from the loch,

picking the knots,

gapping the stops.

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Yesterday

30 Jul

Yesterday

When I woke

I was all grown in.

–

I find

To my delight

I had done my best.

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Coffee cup

With my friend

And four small hands

–

I sit

And close my eyes

So to remember

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Something to puncture your thick skull, to rip hulls on some quiet night.

22 Aug

Blip – Sounds of Faces

Nights that call to me, and the mists that wrap their shoulders, and the lights that are their eyes. I’ve been waiting. And even though I ignored your brothers, I will pencil you in. Spontaneity was never a strong suit, but not a weak side I’ll forget. I remember. My head craned to the sky and I left the others behind. The stars, a second, a year. Not a minute I’ve been here, and only a minute to go. Will I dance around die? Or have something to show? Would I care if no one knew my name?

I see lemongrass groves.

I see hooves of snow.

image:Lundra.sawson

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