Public...public enemy

Back...caught you looking for the same thing.  Check out this new thing that I bring.

Skynet hasn't gone on attack just yet...

We're in the third day of sentience but so far, SN has kept it on the DL. Maybe TOK715 was successful?

Just Fall (out)

We've moved
out of sync in the same time

Down and to the side
but always around and not together

We've argued it out
and it's never resolved

Always there
but the only thing between us

Throw off your mental chains...

...wow, it's been awhile. Didn't even think I could get back into this old thing.

So, what's to expect from the NEW blog? A name change for one, that's for sure.

For now, that's all...but expect to see more in days to come.

A Poem In Progress...(was A Song In Progress...)

O.K. -- the song is out for now. But I'm left with frags and only the briefest of starts for a piece...

Fragment I
She opens the door to open the store
At the end of the street
Looks down the way to the end of the sidewalk

Fragment II
She used to meet the boy with
Green eyes, smiles and charming lies
Years and miles flash

Fragment III
She bought her wedding dress at the DAV
In a hurry, little money, baby on its way
Cigarette stink, fingerprints on lace are
All she remembers of that day

You can't put yr arms around a memory

"She went silent in her fury and her pain

I missed her tender voice,
the one that read to me every night

The voice that comforted me when
I was sick

I turned from my sister in a time of crisis because I was selfish and wanted only her comforting tones

I wanted her to continue as she had been when she was safe

One night darkness like a fever swallowed her up
and all I had was memories

Memories and the knowledge that I had failed her

I had not been there for her as she had been for me

I walked deep into night without even a flashlight, searching

I had no idea how to find her and was sure that I'd be lost, too

I wanted to be as I didn't want to live without her and for years I haven't been alive"

Old but newer poem

"Unburdened by the dark, slip out of danger

Glove casually thrown down on a sidewalk

leaves others the question

Between shadows,
infinitesimal cracks become raging gaps

Eliding the pitfall, keep on gliding

Sound of footsteps diminish as the hunt continues

The revolution comes and goes,
never truly ends where silence remains."

Waiting For The Fingerbrush

"These nights are blind
Tangled up under trees, sky
Like us, fear and joy mingle
Everything by the way of love is unseen
Still you take me slowly in your eyes
I can barely do more than tremble
As your original face becomes known to me"