Wee Little GrasshopperPoetry/Prose
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Out of sleep, Out of time. Do you remember your first lover’s embrace? Paint it for me. Try a little dance, And you’ll be mine. For...
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A storm of dead birds broke through the light of the sky. The sound of their impact was a sad song of irregular and broken heartbeats.
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The moon drifted down into the softness of the painted southern sky, gently penetrating the misty clouds and falling silently onto the lap of the earth...
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The emptiness of the Autumn sky is rising and I pass slow days buried and shrouded in my bitter and endless work waiting for that beautiful...
The legend we are living is the magic dance of the big kiss. The tender hot balance of designing our lives each day, and planning our...
The moon drifted down into the softness of the painted southern sky, gently penetrating the misty clouds and falling silently onto the lap of the earth...
Stay radiant and wandering. Be imperfect and fascinating. Show hunger without fear. Leave the whisper of dying leaves desperate for the crunch of your footsteps, and go south!
The slight chill in the deep, Swimming through your toes Is the ascending lips of cancer. The dark sea floor is a collective, Dense body of...
I call for the waiting calm of the dark, Like asking a shadow to hide. Please devour us quickly, As you engulf our brilliant sorrow. Melt...
A promise in rolling smoke, Blooming beyond the deep unknown, A gently passing balance between Existence without need, and A tickling whisper like lulled magic, Lost...
As the broken muse left the boy in emptiness, the cocoon around him twisted shut, as did the desperate desire for painting blue. He surrendered her to dust. Gone...
The memory so aching Of the pretending girl, With blooming petals and Bright, whispered beauty Through the dreaming glass: Please leave an echoing word.