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November 07, 2005

thoughts streaming

I am extended in motions, the sky passes by in amber and oranges, sunset westward receding, dripping away, I am elated, going, going onward, I live, I live in motion, I am born today of the mother I know, and the truth of my existence has been registered, though I would not know who I'll be, I exist like a weed or maybe a flower, just following the sun, feeding on what I am afforded. the roads, there are always roads to travel, doors to open, as I extend my hand with a smile I labor. Life walks outside, it moves, runs, hops, I watch it, and try to remember. I know I am thirsty I know I will drink, and I do what I do in all I know, , I live

She drives around the corner, she disappears in light, and I know I have left so much of me in her. she smiles as she speeds away and I wave again. she has walked outside of me, and has taken so much of my living with her, and I smile as I remember, It has come to me that there would be no rehearsal, although I was hoping so much, chances are this is all I will get and I think I will keep all I have, I search my pockets, not needing more, but maybe wanting, I know, I should accept and go on, but ...............

I hung the day on the calendar, I called it a name, I expect a stranger today I have not met, but I know it would be today, as the moon dares closer to Earth, we turn, and I would kiss him on his lips and share some tea in long neck glasses, and talk in soft tongues, almost whisper.......we sit all day and talk, I mostly listen, I will learn, and at sunset he would show me all the colors of his sky

I wish I had known more strangers, but the more I know the less they will be, unless I keep in motion. Gypsy's know as the wind blows, they put their ears on earth and listen to the evolution of time, and as the rain comes they rush to the top of the hills and stand naked, so the soil can feed on them nibbling on their bare toes and feet..........I have lived longer than I thought, this day , this long day, this life, this ever now, has taken me so far, and yet there is so long to go, I wish there was a cure to curiosity and then I know I would not ask for the cure.........

My friends live far, they walk tireless and they want so much, my friends are just far away memories of the other days much younger than now, they have bright eyes and silky hair and their skin is clear as the first snow, my friends, they never age and I have held them in a forever................. there are alleys dimly lit in my head, houses and I could stand outside the windows and watch them, but I could never ring the bell, or climb a wall, they will not know me, I have aged.............


I wish I could paint, I think a lot more in color these days, and I have become more aware of how they mix and become, I wish I could paint, I have this urge in me to use my hands, build something, to caress the skin of the wood, and sniff the smell of the woods that its within it, to shape it as I realize the limits of my images and the resolve of its body. I would have loved to build a chair or maybe a table, I know I would. But I know I will paint in my Fifties and who know maybe I get to sculpt later..............................It's like teaching a piece of would all you know or want, and then it becomes a part of you, of you...................................

I go upstairs early after dinner on purpose, Reading a book, a magazine or something, and I know my life would come to me in shape of my daughter, my wife and then my son, and as they splay on the bed next to me, four of us, I tell them stories , even sing them songs and feel so complete in that moment, I keep the outside away, caress her hair, hold him closer, as they find sleep.....................................and think of the first piece of would in my hands, and I dream away.

Posted by Idinraha at November 7, 2005 03:49 PM

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Aaaaah... nice! Weird too, but that's par for the course.

Posted by: cycho [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 10, 2005 02:32 AM

hey ..

Posted by: LiveLife [TypeKey Profile Page] at November 13, 2005 10:18 PM

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