December 2011
2 posts
This.Is.Christmas
Your love is like a flash mob. It arrives unannounced and before anyone can put words to it, it vanishes leaving a puzzled crowd feeling gratitude and worship. As your people try to put words to the event the meaning slowly slips through our finger tips as we wait expectant for it to return. The religious and academic elite record the accounts and do their best to squeeze it void of meaning but...
Wish.Upon.Wishes
I would like to congratulate the stars
For the songs they have sung and continue to sing to Venus, Neptune and Mars
Their lips burn bright from telling stories of eons past as they serenade the Milky Way, they serenade them everyday, they sing of ways to stay
Yet as they flicker to the beat of their own melodies their time has come to shoot shoot shoot across the sky
To shoot past you and I as we...