two hundred degrees: ‘your perfect offering…’
Anthem ~ Leonard Cohen How amazing, to think. A tree, great. And grand. As an oak, towering. Could spring, from something. So small, and odd. And insignificant. As an acorn, … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety nine degrees: ‘bitter min, bitter mooi…’
Nare Kaskenades ~ Die Heuwels Fantasties History, repeats. Itself. Long silences, like wind. Howling. Followed, by. Letters. Hapless, string of ‘not’s. Truth, tied tight. Lies, concealed. And hoped, hidden. But … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety eight degrees: ‘a new dawn…’
Feeling Good ~ Nina Simone I wake, before. The sun, has kissed. Both earth, and sky. To give, thanks. For how, deeply. Blessed, I am. i thank You God … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety seven degrees: ‘inside of everything…’
Beth/Rest ~ Bon Iver UN-limit yourself ( now ) open the door to a limitless Self * Our love is a star…
one hundred and ninety six degrees: ‘like this body isn’t mine…’
Stealing Tomorrow ~ Great Lake Swimmers Sick, silver. Lining. In bed, with. German, measles. But instead, of despondency. Or despair. I embrace, the hidden. Gift. An opportunity, to shut. Down, … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety five degrees: ‘forever’s not so long…’
How It Ends ~ DeVotchKa If you, know. Where, you’re headed. And you, know. Time here, is short. Consider whether, you are. Being. All, you wished. To be. And if, … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety four degrees: ‘fuel for the sodium flares…’
Broom People ~ The Mountain Goats Within, the smallest. Of small, seemingly. Insignificant, things. A whole, universe. Alive. But often, missed. Blind eyes, busy. Chasing, the next. Big, deal. While … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety three degrees: ‘where you are…’
Life Is Beautiful ~ Vega4 Driving home, sun setting. Into my, open. Eyes. Heart, blazing. Brighter than, a million. Solar, flares. As I, realize. Grace. To be, so blessed. This … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety two degrees: ‘nothing’s as it seems…’
Desert Rose ~ Sting If you take, a moment. Look, beyond. The thin, veil. Maya’s soporific, illusion. The mundane, every day. We become, numb. And blind. Open, both eyes. Wide, … Continue reading
one hundred and ninety one degrees: ‘groping in the dark…’
Ticket Taker ~ The Low Anthem Night, pouring. Morning clouds, laden. Heavy, grey. Bruised, military blue. And waiting, to bleed. Over birds, perched. On open, backs. Sheep, standing stones. Hopefully, … Continue reading
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