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things are ticking in my head,
rotating, spinning,
a baton that travels
as if its past in a relay race.
migrating around my mind.
communicating ideas.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 05.27.2017 @ 7:06 am


enter into
underwater – outer space.
gain depth,
explore new sights
the other side of the earth.
scenery you can’t wake up to.
scenery you don’t want to fall asleep to.
an adventurous mystery.
a different dimension;
a liquefied realm.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 05.23.2017 @ 7:19 pm


I waded,
Strung, floating,
on the surface of the ocean,
at the mercy of the waves length…
to the rhythm of its mood.
In the distance,
a texture appeared above the
aquatic desert.
Hope, solidified.
A promise.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 05.11.2017 @ 7:23 pm


lack of depth,
unfulfilled, unsatisified…
not enough.
a crave for substance;
for something more.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 05.07.2017 @ 1:27 pm


imprinted in the sand
under the weight of a person.
a temporary trail,
the manipulation of the earth
how it molded
to ones movement,
leaving a lasting after thought.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 03.15.2017 @ 9:46 pm


i pre ordered boars head oven-roasted turkey slices online,
so i wouldn’t have to wait in an inpatient line.
i could just stroll on by,
pick up my freshly sliced deli meat and carry on.
when i got home,
i prepared the stuffing mix.
i placed the stuffing in a neatly packed line
on one end of slice
i rolled up the turkey
until it rested on it’s end.
in the oven, it was placed
three hundred and fifty degrees fahrenheit,
for fifteen to twenty minutes
… or until golden brown.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 03.11.2017 @ 5:53 pm


morals, values,
pleading promises
little white lies
dressed up in bow ties.
straining for truth
smoking mirrors.
the right way to go
is in my direction.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 03.08.2017 @ 8:38 pm


in an forgotten closet
in the back corner of the attic,
i peered in at the clothes rack,
dusted with age
a cluster of clothing hung,
silently and still,
undisturbed and stagnant
for so many seasons.
breaking the frozen scene,
a moth readjusted its wings.
a small, sudden motion,
an impact
the movement of life
within a photograph.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 03.07.2017 @ 12:49 pm


raindrops thudding on a tin rooftop
tap dancing in shades of gray

» Posted By beachbumrach On 03.01.2017 @ 3:33 pm


Paced smoothness,
trusting guidance,
a strong head lead.
Perseverance in tow.
Safe and secure.
Challenged with obstacles,
Blessed with achievements
and victories.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 02.27.2017 @ 7:42 pm


falling my finger tips,
erupting over an edge,
gone to deafening depths
that never end.
there is no bottom.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 02.17.2017 @ 6:32 pm


I imagine a long dirt, narrow path. Tunneled by a jungles vegetation. A promising outlook just beyond, I proceed in the light of the dawn. I know my way.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.18.2016 @ 4:00 pm


the world is waiting.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.17.2016 @ 7:11 pm


Her eyes glistened with a radiant glow; a soul bounding outside its physical chains. Those who held her hand felt its healing, gentle touch… an action of help, providing a gleam of hope. Things were to get better, and that’s all that mattered.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 11.11.2015 @ 5:30 pm


a maze of connections; integrated and entwined to combine one whole.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 10.26.2015 @ 7:33 pm


Forward, I follow. Each step, an advancement.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 10.22.2015 @ 5:23 pm


strings attached

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.30.2011 @ 5:10 pm


my thoughts bursting seams of sanity, clumsily rushing with pure motion of emotion, swirling and raging untameabley toward everything within it’s reach. So desperate to meet something to hold it’s same force, for steady balance.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.21.2011 @ 2:53 pm


dusk, unsettled. dawn and night stinging in suspension. unclear thoughts in limbo.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.20.2011 @ 4:57 pm


a tragic memory, haunted by high hopes, stung the air around us.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.11.2011 @ 3:12 pm


i beckon your return, with only a gust of ghost flushing my sight

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.10.2011 @ 8:27 pm


i wonder how you think of me, i wonder where we’re at. i wonder where we’re going as we come to a stop.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.09.2011 @ 2:24 pm


return back to me, my connection to my whole peice, for you are my peace.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 12.06.2011 @ 6:54 pm


elastic was the boundary between love and hate, thinning and thickening with fate.
it bent and never broke, but is now begun to get tired and soaked with failing hope…

» Posted By beachbumrach On 08.10.2011 @ 3:43 pm


a driving force pushes me to sleep, im most tired around my eyes. but sleep comes scarce and rest does not come easy.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 08.09.2011 @ 9:49 pm


the boiling point has surfaced. raging from depths’ bottom, up it forces, popping while it surfaces in a explosion with air.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 08.02.2011 @ 1:29 pm


violet, bled the color of the flower bursting with life. a different shade ready to stand on green grass on a blue sky. violet, the flower shouted with every gust of wind. the sun beated a smile; the witness of daylight.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 07.21.2011 @ 6:33 pm


i wanted to take it and shout at the top of my lungs, how i feel, and what you’re not getting. repetition was not working, so i wanted to take what i meant and like a nail with a hammer, bang it into your brain, or maybe even screw it in there with a screwdriver, just to make sure it wouldn’t slip back out. just to make sure it would stay in place just a little bit longer and season your thoughts as you carried out your actions.

» Posted By beachbumrach On 07.19.2011 @ 2:58 pm


My trophy is my heart, the one that lives inside me, my engine to life. My heart shines through my eyes and pours into my greatest passions, and builds and grows and knows no limit. My heart that sees what the vision can not. My heart that speaks a language that’s unspoken. My trophy, I carry with me, every day and every night,

» Posted By beachbumrach On 07.18.2011 @ 3:20 pm


fuck your etiquette, pardon my manor. but i dont give a shit about your tedious expectations

» Posted By beachbumrach On 07.13.2011 @ 12:57 pm

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