

I'm Here to Meet a FriendMonday, September 12th, 2005I'm Here to Meet a Friend
I check my watch, We're supposed to meet somewhere around here. I actually showed up on time for a change, So where are you? I hold my cell phone above me like a beacon, I shine it like a flashlight, Scanning for you.
Where are you?
Theres so many stones here, Its tough to find yours in the dark.


Ancient CalendarsThursday, September 8th, 2005Ancient Calendars
It all moves in predictable waves, Up and down, In and out with the tide, Lunar cycles and ancient calenders. I write and pour and flow and feel. Then it slows. Thousands of times a day it seems. These are the waves. The tides are more drastic but slow. Rotations and revolutions, The moon rounds the earth. When the ferns unfold by the starlight I can return.


Spanish MossSeptember 8th, 2005Spanish Moss
The trees line the boulevard, Dusty and unpaved, But my shoes float above so they attract no dust. I've been here a thousand times in a thousand dreams. I dream of it again, awake this time. A place I've never seen, In a state I've never visited. Georgian homes and Spanish moss. Sights and smells surround, But there is no sound. Bathed in golden light, Like the sun got stuck mid-set. My shoes still white above the dirt.


let me help youYou sit there, in that pit of darkness. That pit of fears and nightmares. You’re crying, your tears are running down your face. I offer my hand to you. Let me take you from this darkness, these fears. I will not harm you.let me help you
Let me hold you and warm you, Care for you, cherish you, Love you, help you. You hesitantly look up at me. I look into your eyes and you cry harder. I move down to you, the darkness moving in. I ask you what is wrong. You stay silent, tears still falling. I try to wrap my arms around you. You push me away, the darkness moving closer no
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Take nothing but pictures
Leave nothing but carefully placed footprints
Kill nothing but time
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Take nothing but pictures
Leave nothing but carefully placed footprints
Kill nothing but time
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The standards of justice of this world, decided against driving ambitions and turbulent emotions of a small handful of people
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