Sunlight Through Trees

A not so linear chronicle

sparrow September 27, 2016

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drum beat heart beat

collapse a little… godspeed that tiny particle

its message clear, washed away with the everness, high tops racing

motions the shaky one, deep in the blue pool, i see you now

can’t stand that quiet space, arrow facing and blinds me, criss cross jagged

i see the walker

happens to be a friend… thanks the friend

rivals… sweats… comet jets and up dancing again, bring this definition

hooray for small justices, the grand opening… premiere

cause the waxed wizard never bled like he did that night

thought it was simple, you(r) wish

behind, get behind, safer… behind

wizard sight

sparrow nibble

depths drown out the sorrow

brave passage, invited

take my hand


policy due September 19, 2016

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walking slowly now cause every step counts
it’s the off-center way it has about itself that puts me out
has always made this from that
i giggle now… laughing behind a fallen shelf… how it all can get so disordered… revel revel
my hands tight and twisty, clawing out a foreign mark
but wouldn’t want to see that cause it ain’t right
advance the politics and night schisms, a deity in decline, i could make this hand matter
if put to the test of the aged… ages
one inside the other
a policy due


Art November 28, 2012

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I see my guts splashed across a screen.  I want to get my fingers into this art of my mine.  My face, creeping at me and not letting go.  I’m my own target.

Tears are close now.  Pouring outside my body.  Warm washes laying me down now.  And it hurts.

It’s awful.  This heart with its pain.  The stress of it all.  I breathe into you, you restless tiger, serpent undoing, the culprit, patient, dying doctor.
Been bottled up too long now.  I know this.  Feel it.  A great truth realized.  Maybe if I can stick it in deeper I might get it out.  Maybe.  I might.
Breaking hearts.  Yeah.  That’s me.  Broken.  And wanting to smash those pieces.  I don’t want that memory.  I don’t want this hate.  But there’s no escape.

This is a cold place.  Real cold.  Seeing my gangly arm twist up towards some forgotten sun.  Hurting so much.  Can’t breathe.
Forever’s lost on me now.  A “once was place”… lost.


Points May 27, 2010

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At my heart.

Makes me little again.

Alternative (super)imposed.

Drawn out with delight.  Closed curtains and fright.  Sleepless night.

Worries that you’ve gone too far… especially theirs.  Cares gone, spent on the trivial, the sabotagueical, the naive and unreasonable.

Railways and bushes and watering holes.

Parade of mad monsters.

Now we meet again.

With what result?



Non Stop Critical

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Non Stop Critical

Delivered or vanquised.  Somewhere in between.  Beliefs hemsprimprokettles gornoffrise solm jeezuz.  Parts of the bine fie.  Parts of the three.  Boff Boff without for free.

Weks wizard in ways beyond therm’s sparkle.  Beyond the evan of deef.  The hemprokittle jives woxen… upset the portent belief. 

Mornay undid it.  And did it did.  The dine’s one.  The tine’s one.  Rok roxen made streef.  Over western the gable and fable the one.  Beneath purly david’s… box went one box two box went three… fun.

Been dravid and drowned, swept and tangled swollen current found.  Don’t downwind.  Pray hopwind.  Soft whirlwind. 

Mine own.


Sometimes It Stops Raining May 5, 2010

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It was raining pretty hard today.  It was brilliant.  One of those cleansing kinda rains.  So needed.

I’m on my bike heading to a volunteer meeting and the rain has let up, but in my mind, I’m sure that when I get out it will be pouring.

The meeting finishes and I make that remark that I’m sure it’s pouring outside right now and the ride home won’t be as sweet.  I was already late for the meeting because the rain was too fierce.  So I go outside and wait for a friend who was also in the meeting and it’s spitting outside, about the same as when I arrived.  My friend comes out and we walk and chat and hang out for a few minutes in the park.  We are about to split and I realize it had stopped raining.  In fact it was so clear and remarkable.  I hugged my friend and said this was a good omen.

I need to realize that there are times, in life, when it stops raining.



Too Many Christmases April 29, 2010

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I realize now… that’s my problem. 

I have too many Christmases. 

Too many nights, laying awake, unable to sleep… anticipating the next day and the next. 

Too Many Christmases.