looking into eyes
make
past, present and future One
and this place
is sometimes where
you meet their Soul
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
Hans and Christ
times they change
and words can not fully describe
but they sometimes last
and you said
we should confidently praise, exalt and commend
the wonderful work of this Glorious gospel
among the Children of men
the spider and the dog
I found myself somewhere inside on ground level
the windows were open
and I wrote poems
people stood outside
I closed the window and smiled.
relaxed I jumped back into bed
a black dog stood outside another window
I let him in
I never saw his eyes
all I could think of was how to avoid him
exhausted I let go and fell from the ceiling into his open mouth
and he bit me
after a while I realized the bites did not kill me
I let him continue
my body got used to his bites
and the marks vanished
the Spider smiled
you let him in, and then you tried to escape
your anxiety made your mind seem harmful
and now you know it is not.
she let him out of the front door
I went back
and I opened the windows
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the windows were open
and I wrote poems
people stood outside
I closed the window and smiled.
relaxed I jumped back into bed
a black dog stood outside another window
I let him in
I never saw his eyes
all I could think of was how to avoid him
exhausted I let go and fell from the ceiling into his open mouth
and he bit me
after a while I realized the bites did not kill me
I let him continue
my body got used to his bites
and the marks vanished
the Spider smiled
you let him in, and then you tried to escape
your anxiety made your mind seem harmful
and now you know it is not.
she let him out of the front door
I went back
and I opened the windows
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Silence

The wonder makes me wonder
to wonder
makes the wonder
distant
stop wondering
you tell me
as I wonder
the glassy wall grows thicker
until my heart breaks in two
now I see
to wonder is noise
and silence
is a place where wonders can be
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black cockatoo

before the storm
she shows me
a red thread
left to follow
they are old
the flocks are gone
the lonely screem reminds me
it will lead us out of this Labyrinth
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