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Archives for January 2013

strum thrum

31 January 2013 by Jason

dead end on fingers.
hocks of ham carry no beat.
strumming my heart strings.

Filed Under: body

sail on

30 January 2013 by Jason

the salty sea sprays
whipping like a sharp wet towel.
sail on son, sail on.

Filed Under: water

fair mirror

29 January 2013 by Jason

behind dark curtain.
opposite the one way glass.
a new beginning.

Filed Under: fire

clear cut

28 January 2013 by Jason

black grass on my arms.
a forest without the trees.
clear cut and empty.

Filed Under: spirit

homo rattus

27 January 2013 by Jason

a race of rattus.
homo rattus for the win.
dying from trying.

Filed Under: body

worth living

26 January 2013 by Jason

it is in the opening.
and it is in the closing.

in the corners.
and also at the fulcrums.

where life is made.

it is at the dead ends.
and it is also at the detours.

on the sharp edges.
and also at the cliffs.

where life is molded.

it is in the elation.
and it is in the despair.

in the distillation.
and also in the expansion.

where life is graded.

it is in the pitch blackness.
and it is in the brilliant light.

at the birthing.
and also at the dying.

where life is vigorous.

it is at the flash of thought.
and it is at the last word.

during the making of love.
and also the breaking of hearts.

where life is trying.

it is at the twilight.
and it is at the effulgence.

at the first inhalation.
and the very last exhilation.

where life is worth living.

where life is worth living.

clawing forward on bloodied hands.

getting up from bended knees.

drawing back from the precipice.

looking forward in belief.

holding on with greeted teeth.

where life is worth living.

life is worth living.

Filed Under: spirit

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