orgami's Diaryland Diary

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dell

in need of sleep
of good coffee
of a decent bath

and yet like always
whiskeyless and museless
I continue
hungry for the route
the road and history
of where Ive leaned
on the voiceless reason
of passage....

content for a time
in the fraught of dreams
tossing like the whitecaps
dashing against the shore
the steady dull roar
beyond the thin accompaniment
of wind

pulling against the house
the city the trees anchored
in the sandy soiled and dug
in to the bedrock shorn smooth
by the great ice

I thought I knew
the passions
the loves

I thought I knew the
face from the darkness
but I want
for

more

happiness was the winter
softness
the harsh cold wary walks
with the dogs
before the change

before the end
and this new handsome
beginning arising in the
desultory thin light of
morn

I remember them
brilliant
I remember them
their depths in words
the pauses taken
like stationary notes
pulled free and dripping
like the snows
wet and loosened from
the black spruce

the liquid rails shinning
nickle fast

the bridge cut
dark like a blade
against the horizon

I knew so little then
caught up in the haughty ego
thrust and rush

and now
the wind
tarries my soul

and I wander
burning lost
like a fireship

here I write
leaving words

Neo a motion
for thoughts
but Diaryland

the river deep
where I come to
cling to hope
and meaning
watch the current
take away all that
I cannot follow

Off to the mall
to watch the eyes
the beauty and ugliness
of humanity
the show
of credit and cash

better then any casino
no money for the A and Dub
girls for a coffee though
they are kind and give me
free stamps

an old wolf come to sit
and scribble in his books

sunlight flaming through the
glass above the foodcourt

off to the house again
down through the trails and
busy streets
the urban forest alive with
green again....
for its short duration and heat
flash before winter arrives
again
the cold pure mistress

and how I wait for her
despite her cruel chill
the random pattern theory
of her flakes hypnotizing
me beneath the LED lights

the animal awake
beneath the steady pools
passing sometimes like
a shadow

towards
against
away

eleven minutes and falling
my mind stirred
my heart heavy

and yet

the young twenty something
muse with the bluest of eyes
I await
her touch..her laugh
her words a comfort
like a waterfall

and I with the greatest
thirst........

there is magic left
in the bitterness of
the world and its worth

...

2:21 p.m. - 2013-05-13

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