posted at 08/17/10 - 05:51 PM

Is Everyagain poetry or philosophy?
I would say both.
How can this be?
Everyagain is a new tablet, so toast!

posted at 07/29/10 - 02:42 AM

Condense the work we see and cannot hear
For the lofty ritual is not so pure
And the sun cannot stand your leave
And the keys do not unlock your grief

So with a bow do you nudge its wing
The spiritual calling for you to sing
To see the omen of your persistence
Shapely blinded by its irreverence

Undo the grasping sucking scald of suffocation
Shades of grass blew dead for your information
Your breath seeks to slow to a halting cry
And the time that passed can’t justify why

Halo circles the beaming lights and frets
As the onward journey ponders the closing sets
The fabric of absolution broken by whim
And the deepest greenest ocean can you swim

Apologetically inspired by the changing winds
The gray torn mast droops the final rinds
Water runs through the new rings of fire
Duly given to those you inspire