WED 01.27.10-- CATCHING UP FOR ANONYMOUS

I'm still here
been 9 days
and I'm under

my fingers are white
and my mouth is dry
but you can still see my heart beating
through cracked mud

so I just breathe
like someone told me once
a long long time ago

and the song of ages
releals itself to me again
the melody so true
it makes me crazy sometimes
and this holy sound
envelops me with colorful wings
and I begin to cry

the tears of ages
wash the dirt from my eyes
the muck of thought
this dangerous language
washed away
washed away

WED 03.17.10-- YOU CAN TILT THE EARTH

it feels like summer in my spirit
like walking down wilson
over the river
and everything is the way it was
a longer time ago
a simpler time

just visiting here
gives me perspective
far away from the billboards and oxygen tanks
for a gentle moment
I become unstuck from fate
a point jumping free of a line

so I write this to remember
that even in november's depths
I'm just as close to the sun
as I ever was
as I've ever been

WED 03.24.10-- SEMATOLOGY