one hundred and sixty degrees: ‘no more tears…’
One Day/Reckoning Song ~ Asaf Avidan & The Mojos The pathos, I realize. Of this, that I. Mourn. With greater, sadness. Loss. Of a man. I never, knew. Rather than, … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty nine degrees: ‘hearts as big as apples…’
Wings ~ Josh Ritter Midnight walk, calling. For Mowgli. By torch, and star. Light. Yields, no. Tuxedo, cat. Morning, grey skies. Groaning. Sheer weigh, of rain. These unshed, tears. Again, … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty eight degrees: ‘morning wears a veil of rain…’
State Of Our Affairs ~ Mt. Desolation Twilight, tonight. A study, in lilac. And loss. Sky heart, open. As, an iris. Petals, heavy. Holding, hidden rain. And sorrow. For a, … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty seven degrees: ‘find me there…’
Run To The Water ~ Live Life, like dreams. Illusion. Light, split through prism. Broken, by. Mind’s, eye. We see, only. What, we wish. Optical, misdirection. Perceive, if you will. … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty six degrees: ‘it’s complicated…’
Somnambulist (Simply Being Loved) ~ BT (ft. JC Chasez) Though, we. Are, no longer. Friends. Contact, ceased. Fire. Social, media. Mute. Where once, we followed. Conversations. Though, you. Burnt, gifts. … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty five degrees: ‘go, spin me around…’
Under The Folding Branches ~ The Veils You were, oxygen. So, integral. Love’s, light lungs. Breathing. Bellows, fuel. Fan, to flames. Twin towers, stretched. And burning. But. Time’s taken, chunks. … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty four degrees: ‘some winged boy’s remains…’
Archaeologists ~ Wintersleep There’s a point, in history. Where, the word. Love. Finds, itself. Attached, to ‘d’. For death, perhaps. Did, discard. Something, suffixed. Anyway. Whispering, as it shifts. From … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty three degrees: ‘breathing deeper…’
Unsaid ~ The Fray Slow, spiral. Integration. Opposites, merge. And fuse. This endless, dance. Of life. Which, our bodies. Know, by heart. * A hundred thousand words could not quite … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty two degrees: ‘words are very unnecessary…’
Enjoy The Silence ~ Susanna And The Magical Orchestra So much, rests. Unsaid. Between, us. Like an ocean. I could, spill. The contents, of. My head. But. I’d rather, show. … Continue reading
one hundred and fifty one degrees: ‘a quiet intensity…’
Painting By Chagall ~ The Weepies Something about, you. Keeps me, grounded. Looking, up. To, the light. Like, a door. That opens. Through lead laden, clouds. Where, blessed. In silver, … Continue reading
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