• t44 commented on the post, affection 5 years, 11 months ago

    the ball slams
    heartthrob
    richoet
    of soul and mind
    time stops in that moment
    as it always does
    when i see you
    but this time it speeds up
    afterwards
    a sense of affection drops away
    into the timeless abyss
    waiting watching hoping for
    one more kiss

  • t44 commented on the post, overt 6 years, 6 months ago

    The yellow flowers
    in their overt comeuppance
    of the spring time throngs
    fell fearlessly to the ground
    after three days in bloom
    then a new bud
    a new sprout
    stands against the tide
    fearless in his opportunity
    to sprout, bloom, and flourish
    before falling softly to their rest

  • t44 commented on the post, overt 6 years, 6 months ago

    The yellow flowers
    in their overt comeuppance
    of the spring time throngs
    fell fearlessly to the ground
    after three days is bloom
    then a new bud
    a new sprout
    stands against the tide
    fearless in his opportunity
    to sprout, bloom, and flourish
    before falling softly to their rest

  • t44 commented on the post, blasted 6 years, 6 months ago

    I blasted away at the heart
    of the one who used to say
    yes
    all the time.
    shafted she was
    once in the bed
    now on the street
    swearing, yelling, hurling insults
    filled with profane and
    harsh sounds
    like a gunshot in the
    wound of another being
    I have found the gun blast brings
    release.

  • t44 commented on the post, flames 6 years, 6 months ago

    Busyness is a fire.
    life burns
    slowly,
    and what is found in tune within
    is seemless work.
    I don’t know what it is
    to rest;
    i only know fire.
    i only know work.
    and the flames burn
    my flesh to cinders
    and my soul to ash.

  • t44 commented on the post, knock 6 years, 6 months ago

    Knock down the door!
    All falls in centers of walls
    Shallow and little is the stability seen
    And Boom to you another
    Boom
    What in this dim lit hallway could awaken me
    From castles
    of boom
    boom boom
    What
    but a knock

  • t44 commented on the post, baby 6 years, 7 months ago

    baby girl
    don’t cry
    everything’s fine
    its all okay
    everywhere
    everything
    in this huge world
    what a lie
    what bulls**t
    what enigmatic fallacy
    we’re taught
    as children
    in life
    by our raisers
    and suitors
    and others

  • t44 commented on the post, visit 6 years, 8 months ago

    Visitations are held up
    by the soft, lined hands
    of those who love
    without restraint
    without condition
    who can simultaneously
    see all fault and problem
    and love anyways
    presence is what we speak of
    presence is what we notice
    sometimes people attend an event
    but really never visit

  • t44 commented on the post, promise 6 years, 8 months ago

    Promises are lighted by the soul
    behind the words that flow from the mouth.
    and each promise give to man
    from man
    or nature
    or God is
    a breath of fresh air
    in which we see our true selves:
    selves made for trust more than distrust
    for hope more than anxiety
    and for love more than fear

  • t44 commented on the post, must 6 years, 8 months ago

    I mus walk forward
    and step in line
    and do my chores
    make it to work on time
    I musn’t fall
    or fail myself
    I have to cook
    and fix that shelf
    and it all screams a kind of must
    but its not true–that you can trust

  • t44 commented on the post, amount 6 years, 8 months ago

    the amount of sleep i need right now
    seems incessantly too much to borrow from the day.
    his time off is a paid affair
    which settles us all into our beds at night
    and allows us to doze and daze ourselves into restful dreams.
    i know of little comfort of this amount of pay,
    except that which leads us to our own dreams–
    reaching, grasping,…[Read more]

  • t44 commented on the post, both 6 years, 9 months ago

    Both the beauty and wretched
    speak of the same divine.
    each fellow his all
    knows not what it is that’s mine.
    and all the steps and all the breaths
    lead one down a line,
    but all start in a Spirit
    that is one of Thine.
    each and every and all and both
    walk the world and always doth
    moving towards the great divide.

  • t44 commented on the post, object 6 years, 9 months ago

    Folly’s object is to objectify that which could never
    be.
    Each object falls off of me leaving me
    naked,
    exposed,
    forever myself.
    In these objects we place
    ourselves,
    riddled with fear,
    and then we wonder,
    “When the dust of our objects is blown away,
    will anything
    remain?”

  • t44 commented on the post, despite 7 years ago

    Despite the differences in each wildflower
    I have seen each change and ever-tower
    For the walk of the face of the pristine cliff
    covers the flowers as the winds and rains shift

  • t44 commented on the post, whether 7 years ago

    Whether or not I weather or not
    the storm comes from a million miles
    to crash on the instant that strikes forth
    in the mesh of framework
    with which life moves forward
    and sees itself in the light of the […]

  • t44 commented on the post, miracle 7 years ago

    I once saw a miracle:
    the sunshine stepped
    over the clouds
    and reached out a friendly hand
    in the bitter of winter
    in the harsh winds blowing.
    he walked forward to kiss my face,
    and then I followed his […]

  • t44 commented on the post, magazines 7 years ago

    Look at them–
    the magazines.
    they are staring at us:
    those eyes–
    those lips —
    those faces framed and plastered on to the walls and ceilings
    of my mind.
    each take and each look
    sings.
    it sings of […]

  • t44 commented on the post, side 7 years, 1 month ago

    Side by side we stood a-bold
    Not knowing what next seconds hold
    We looked at each other and took a gasp
    Of air as are fingers came unclasped.
    We dropped 5 stories towards the sea
    To understand the waters […]

  • t44 commented on the post, puncture 7 years, 1 month ago

    My finger was punctured
    by the nail–
    not the kind that grows on it,
    but the metal kind.
    the kind made of iron and
    pointed in a direction that usually means
    that it is going into a piece of wood.
    this […]

  • t44 commented on the post, dare 7 years, 1 month ago

    I dare to say that this is not it.
    It is not meant to be this way.
    there is so much more to life–
    if you will only stop to breathe it in,
    you suffocate yourself with insecurities
    and held pains
    when in […]