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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Take Me To That Place

Take me to the place where the wind blows
Where water has a form and every solid flows.
take me there where every blind man knows
Exactly how brightly the burning sun glows.

Oh Clara If Only I Could

Write a poem as beautiful as you
Oh! Clara if only I could
Then people would remember me as-
The greatest was, the greatest would.

A Thousand Miles

The shoe thinks it has walked a thousand miles.
The foot makes the same claim.
The mind that's made the actual journey
Knows the real game.

Breaking The Strings

Have you ever tried breaking the strings?
The puppet master is not the king.
Why be a spectator in your own show
When doing things your way is the way to go?

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Little Park Bench

I’m flying, flying up so high
I’m sitting on a little park bench
And the mighty river down below
Looks to me like a tiny trench.
Yet I must be weary of
The risks of living so high
Men on ground will not fall
But I might fall and die.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Switches

So many switches, just one option.
Is it really fair?
I take my chance and try my luck
The light’s on but you’re not there.

When My Shadow Precedes Me

Oh how I hate that time
When my shadow precede me
I’d rather not have any light
Then have my shadow precede me.