…goin’ on vacation…
just wanted to let everyone know i’m goin’ on vacation (well… it actually already started). will be back with more ‘ku about zombies, hippies, lasik eye surgery (if i don’t chicken out), grocery shopping misery, geriatric old-lady yoga, and fun activities to piss off everyone in support group meetings…
see ya at the end of next week.
-liquidquick
…unfriendliness…
like an untamed dog
i’ll turn on you and snap when
you offer your hand
…evening song…
song on the west wind
her voice rings clear as a bell
cutting through the trees
…three rivers…
three rivers combine
tears, blood, and sweat surrounding
life long endeavors
flowing freely from
that which sees the dawning light
leaves purified trails
passion caught within
the primal rhythmic pulsing
released by the sword
such intensity
demands a cooling release
wasted, washed away
all come to rest in
a pool at the feet as time
takes one step forward
…its been confirmed that…
…satan exists! and
he founded a company
called ‘russell stover’
…supermarket savvy…
out of these zillion
shopping carts i pick the one
with the broken wheel
…kali-ma…
her wicked grin says
‘all your threats avail you not -
you broke easily’
…cruel little joke…
its ironic that
love is the emotion that
causes so much pain
…protection…
perfect apathy
is the best defense against
dark spells and spirits
(although guns and lawyers are pretty good too…)
…rope bridge…
the rope looks thick but
is my faith strong enough to
hold up while i cross?
this weeks one deep breath topic is bridges.
…not all parables are good lessons (6-8-6)…
some warn ‘don’t burn bridges!’
but a flaming bridge prevents the
assassins from crossing
…universal loss…
we clutch at its heels
as it slips through our fingers
to where does time run?
…timing tradeoff…
skating in the day
may be less exciting but
is a bit safer
…renewable energy source…
our collective rage
is what feeds the sun for one
more generation
…where the cold lives…
when flames have burned low
a creeping chill is free to
take up residence
…the one within…
who is this person
trapped in such lonely places
he sees with my eyes
and speaks with my voice
reaching out to the mirror
we can almost touch
…sunsets to shadows (6-8-6)…
when day turns into night
cowardice consumes bravery
treachery becomes tool
…nope, the sword is mightier…
neither quill feathers
nor ball-points provide a good
defense against steel
