8/20/10
Your beauty is so great.
I want only to paint
and embrace you.
I am lost wondering
how to honestly face, truly,
and forward into your gaze,
simply and naturally,
free of hesitation,
free of wandering,
and questioning what's under me.
8/24/10
Free me, blue room,
filled with the blinking ghosts
of family heir looms,
crowding the dead empty space.
It is the great day
of phone calls and cake,
of feeling not enough,
of wanting more
yet receiving nothing necessary,
of lacking and looked forward to.
Oh, blue room,
ring the bells
of true freedom.
Open the casket for me.
These walls are simply here.
The torch is simply burning
and it is my hand that is holding.
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