Outside again, at last. My feet are eager to feel the ground, and my lungs to breathe the air. The wind is cold, but friendly, and there is a lot of air to breathe for me today. In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four, five. I take off. The…
Tag: Poetry
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Without my skin
I lie awake in bed without my skin I peeled it off last night while you were here I wanted you to feel the blood within I wanted you to know I was sincere You reached into my chest and touched my heart I smiled and opened up my ribcage…
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If this isn’t life
Sunlight in my face To feel the rain upon my skin Icy waters swallowing me Wind to dry again Standing on a mountain top To climb the tallest tree See the birds The stars, the moon Reflected in the sea If this isn’t joy I don’t want no part of…
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Winds of Winter
The weather’s been pretty insane of late. Hurricane winds, and loads of snow with them. Power went out, standing up outside was a challenge. I held a mostly improvised lecture on astronomy, by candlelight, to keep the spirits of the guests at the hotel up. It was fun, haven’t done…
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To breathe the air
Sometimes I think I’d like to breathe the air I could go out and meet the world outside But then I think I’d better stay inside Where I am safe from people who would stare Sometimes I think I’d like to see the sun Above the earth, and watch the…
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Summer of 1609
With apologies to Galileo Galilei and Bryan Adams. This is what comes of me reading up on the history of astronomy, and having a job that leaves a lot of room for creative thinking. I took my two curved lenses And placed them in a hollow tube I saw the…
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The things I used to love
If ever I declare my life is done If I grow sick of what the world’s made of Remind me of the things I used to love If ever I give up on having fun Remind me that I used to be the one To always take the time to…
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Undisguised and naked
[The atmosphere] is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad for it to be in contact with me. — Walt Whitman (Song of Myself) The leaves on the…
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The lovely air
Go out, my friend, and breathe the lovely air Recall that you are free, awake! Awake Your senses to the world, let pleasure shake Your body as the wind blows through your hair Indulge in your desires, and be aware: To live in shame would be a huge mistake If…
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For the dark to have its way
Tonight is not a night for happy endings Tonight is for the dark to have its way Tonight I think I finally will end things I have to go before the sky turns grey I’ve walked this road before, I know its bendings I’ve had my highs, and now I…