Goals



My gold,
is to be,
as the waves,
to give, and give, and give,
until I glisten,
to let go
of convention and conviction,
to be moved,
by the wind.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Ready

I am fleeting,
here for a moment,
no, I am not pointless,
my laughter, it happened
my pain, was swallowed
my chaos, was here
the beauty is
no one can save me.
Reality,
it electrifies,
like cold water
on sleeping skin,
Ready or not
bright eyes
Ready or not.

6/27/07

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