looking at mine
he tells me words
out loud
he rarely says what's below
this burns
seems alive and smiles
touches lips
can hear breathing
what depression
to have the infinite light
hidden
looks at me
lost my shining
sometime in the years
thinking of when this all stops
i'll wait and wait and wait
may be birds
-Lahmadaj
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Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Glückwünsche
Christina and Michael
today they've been married
today i heard a song along the shore
the sound of winds and laughter
today my friend called me on his phone
included in the gathering
i smiled to think
could hear and see her face
the thick air to gently sway the fabric
a sun and spots of cloud
today they were married
today the force of dancing and singing
energy friends
and love
the sky unfolded
a clasp of hands
to kiss in the glinting breezes
today they've been married
today i heard a song along the shore
the sound of winds and laughter
today my friend called me on his phone
included in the gathering
i smiled to think
could hear and see her face
the thick air to gently sway the fabric
a sun and spots of cloud
today they were married
today the force of dancing and singing
energy friends
and love
the sky unfolded
a clasp of hands
to kiss in the glinting breezes
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
at the time
of spoken words
the ground begins to move
the clasp of feet against the cliff side
top crumbled little pebble
i stand
the world shifts within my axis
feeling very oddly
my friend smiles to me
tells me he must leave
i bid him farewell
may never see again
onward against the edge
the soft growing green
whispers sung melodies
the french blooms in my ear
what are you telling me
shoots of open green
-lahmadaj
the ground begins to move
the clasp of feet against the cliff side
top crumbled little pebble
i stand
the world shifts within my axis
feeling very oddly
my friend smiles to me
tells me he must leave
i bid him farewell
may never see again
onward against the edge
the soft growing green
whispers sung melodies
the french blooms in my ear
what are you telling me
shoots of open green
-lahmadaj
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