Wishing the best to all in 2009.


Pale, Pale Skindo I, or perhaps you read too much into those panda eyes not so much brown as they are earthy, no, reflective. I imagine you fallen, restlessly staring into ground beneathPale, Pale Skin
not with scorn but a sense of wonder why has the earth pulled you down, taking away the strength in your legs and forced your body upon this bed, unwilling to absorb you back into the creation? I want to be this earth, this entity so familiar to your body, your mind but incapable of taking you in I want this longing of flesh, to become one, forever


Bottled -draft-You got a bit angry when I threw out my plastic water bottle,Bottled -draft-
I said I dont reuse them; chemicals and bacteria, or whatever.
Secretly you imagined 16 fluid ounces of water, my saliva and yours,
saved
for later.


Grandmother's Silence -draft-Everyday there are moments of silence with my grandmother on the wheelchair.Grandmother's Silence -draft-
They come at points when I feel she is least in control;
when I tell her to move her feet for the elevator door, when our neighbors, strangers, run ahead to open doors for us, when people move their chairs at the sight of us at restaurants, when I help to lift her out of her moving seat into a real one.
She stops all conversations, stories about her past, her late sons and daughter I never realized how many children she has lost already, before my time, before my


MasqueradeSilence beckons in the day When everything finds it's way Back home Amidst the starlit sky Where every dream may lie We find hope But what is it that we're looking for In this all but forsaken world Is it me Or is it you Tell me now What do I doMasquerade
Take a ride Upon a silent scream Look me in the eyes And tell me exactly what you find A place to lay your head A place to lay your heart Maybe a hand Held out in the dark And if the voice called out to you Would you take a chance Just what would you do In th
Portrait of J

Healing PotsHello. I mended your pot. It's not quite what it used to be, But I thought you might appreciate the effort.Healing Pots
Broken,
I loved the shards. I learned them with my hands, And tried to recall for you an aged earthy belly.
Romantic, I mended your pot. It's not quite what it used to be, But never has a bandage been more lovingly applied.
your the only person that could ever do it right for me.
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*write something funny here*
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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I'm sorry, to myself, that I'm a risk, to my
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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*write something funny here*
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If your going to be original, expect to be copied~Mike's hard lemonade.
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