Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
22JUN09
the senses awaken
dotted trees
cars drive by
mechanical disease
birds give morning greetings
through the trees
clouds roll in
carried by distant seas
the call of the daybreak
brings the sun
start the search
in finding everyone
I.K. Estbon
dotted trees
cars drive by
mechanical disease
birds give morning greetings
through the trees
clouds roll in
carried by distant seas
the call of the daybreak
brings the sun
start the search
in finding everyone
I.K. Estbon
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
17JUN09
sun peaking through the trees,
little wisps of light
stroke me with your tendrils
break rhythm into head
burst open into skull
the thoughts of swaying with the trees
the light watching over all
and I sigh, I sigh
never to be no more
when music carried us into the trees
it brought us to lights door
little wisps of light
stroke me with your tendrils
break rhythm into head
burst open into skull
the thoughts of swaying with the trees
the light watching over all
and I sigh, I sigh
never to be no more
when music carried us into the trees
it brought us to lights door
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
16JUN09
run away freely
look at ourselves no more
we can make it to the horizon
right on heaven’s door
gates wide, outstretched
welcoming
we will fall before them
exhausted
our time
runs away freely
the last morning spent
lying in the sun
we had so many dreams then
the hope that we would never
be taken away
it came for us
not with malice,
but with reality
the time for us
to be no more
it violently shook us from our dreams
till they became an echo of the past
we took off for the horizon
this day to be our last
so we find ourselves running
our hearts beating
minds racing
thoughts pounding
the sound of our breathing
can we go on?
what fate will reach us?
there is a question
that stretches out into
the horizon to which
we’re always running
look at ourselves no more
we can make it to the horizon
right on heaven’s door
gates wide, outstretched
welcoming
we will fall before them
exhausted
our time
runs away freely
the last morning spent
lying in the sun
we had so many dreams then
the hope that we would never
be taken away
it came for us
not with malice,
but with reality
the time for us
to be no more
it violently shook us from our dreams
till they became an echo of the past
we took off for the horizon
this day to be our last
so we find ourselves running
our hearts beating
minds racing
thoughts pounding
the sound of our breathing
can we go on?
what fate will reach us?
there is a question
that stretches out into
the horizon to which
we’re always running
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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