Questions in Black and White

Held Esteemed by the Blood of Jesus

2010-05-23T22:10:00.000-07:00

Laughter in the rolling thunder,
tear drops on roses,
a sigh in the breeze
I can hear your voice calling to me
as I falter in the shadows
following my own devices
but a price was paid
for the choices that I've made.

Fill my heart with your love
and my soul with your peace
because I am redeemed
held esteemed
by the saving blood of Jesus.

Traveling City

2010-05-20T22:40:00.000-07:00

Pink tights and fast nights
that baby girl had it all
folded neat in a beat-up case
leaning against the weary wall
creased and frowned
like her mother's lips
but they never made a sound.
Button heels, a life on wheels
where's your head resting tonight
who knows said my baby girl
as the world spun in delight,
but the stars never cried
hanging above the world so high.
Lives crossed and lovers lost
baby girl playing peek-a-boo
with the traveling shadows
as such precious time flew
on wings of intention
dreams scribbled on cigarette packs
ne're the light of intervention.
Back on the bus, nothing to discuss
with the family there
as memories role by in blue sky and roses
stepped off the bus in the middle of nowhere
a place called home, no more to roam.

Lets Go Fishing.

2010-03-27T00:24:00.000-07:00

Bent backs bow towards bonafide break waters
brashly beating bewildered barriers,
as lines languish above lymphatic lives
lieing laden and low with life's likeness.
The lightest touch transforming tranquil time
into the topsy-turvy teasing of a tactful tussle,
between natures natural nuance of nerves
and man's natal need for name sake.
Pounds progress up past previous
pulmonary passings and promptly percieve paradise
as one does when departing dexterously
from depression's daring dominion.
Whistle while we work, wondering with held
wisdoms, wanting the weighty winnings
for crowning contempt and capital consumption,
for captivation of curious children.

{giveaway} Luck o' the Irish earrings from Debra Dane

2010-03-08T12:23:00.000-08:00

Head on over to my other blog, The Candid Reviewer for more info...

Disjointedly United in Common Theme

2010-03-07T22:29:00.000-08:00

I went to hear a friend's band, "The Elastic Migraine", perform the other night and found myself scrambling for pen and paper in order to furiously scribble the following torrent of thoughts pulled into the light by Scott's carnivorous guitar solos!

...

The Sound of Elastic Migraine

And the time is incomparable to their sum
when a black jacket groans within his screams
like the lily white unburdened by iron strings.
Fingers red with saliva, split along the parallel
where strangers intermittent are raging like
a shallow man who steps back
from songs universal in their faulting way.
Rhythms sink beneath diamond tarmac
before a candid sky can refrain from
its sarcasm, bursting static fills the screaming silence
and a noise falls in their ears.

The Frontman

He debates the proverbial path with easy banter,
eyes turned in he grins with corrupted pain
and leads you on with glorified noise
like the hum of nicotine bees. Hair pulled
back by grasping fingers of controversy,
in a name they whisper wicked
to the orange backs and silver legs.
Ink fills my tears and I write to weep
a feeling of lust for the splitting skull
and genteel tortures.

Beloved Belle of Bass

This man has known that man, their hearts
relished by communist trading
hear me hear him hear her and know
that their is death in paradise.
He bows to the tiled floors with a
movement of sublimination, electrocution
of sound permeating thickened corners.
But happiness is never bliss, for false notes
corrupt the faulting heirs of maddened crowns,
emotion permitted to enter the lifted dark;
there she waits with a steady breath
for the earth to be still.

Things to come on The Candid Reviewer

2010-03-02T13:40:00.002-08:00

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Hey Guess What...

2010-02-21T12:56:00.001-08:00

...I've got (yet another) NEW BLOG! Yup, instead of sleeping and trying to get rid of this rotten cold I'm up to all hours carefully decorating another part of the blogosphere. This new blog is going to take a little bit of work to become exactly what I want it to be, and hopefully that will be sooner rather than later. I would like to make The Candid Reviewer into a fully operational Review & Giveaway blog, similar to the ones I've become addicted to recently, they're listed in the sidebar to the right.
I'll probably be starting with book reviews, daily etsy finds, and listing some of the giveaways I've entered, and try to work up to products that I think would be useful to a variety of blog readers. But this all hinges on my new blog's statistics; there must be enough followers and unique page visits in order to make this baby fly. (hint, hint).
Maybe some of you would like to check it out HERE .
Thanks for taking a look!

Sarah-Paige the Candid Reviewer.

On the Otherside

2010-02-18T20:48:00.006-08:00

Moss covered bricks barely standing
surround a sanctuary overgrown
silently hid behind doors that were
and now stooping to brush splinters
against the dew tipped grass,
lavender and rose punctuate
the airy still hung there like a debtor
by roots tangled and dry.

Counted

2010-02-16T21:17:00.003-08:00

Coffin built of clouds
he reaches to stop the clock,
the stars stand counted.

Secrets of the Children

2010-02-14T00:28:00.008-08:00

A raspy tune rolled on the tongue
of a carnival ride
summer nights lit in pastel colors
and shooting stars,
they were in her eyes like miracles
on Jesus fingertips.

Drawing breath, chest rising
to fall again
the weight of a thousand roses
in her sigh,
trinkets of silver and gold
are monochrome and still.

Curtains run from floor to ceiling
cheeks a poignant blush
ballerina toes point towards the sky
silent and reaching,
her music box with lid ajar singing soft
the secrets of children.

Mom Gave It To Amy

2010-02-08T21:51:00.003-08:00

Teapot silver and true
reality refracted
in its curvature sides
my counterfeit muse.

On a capsule of age
handle and spout aligned
along the meridian divide
holding candle lit rage.

But lies could not tame me
eyes a piercing suprise
all went dark as I heard,
'mom gave it to Amy'.

5 for 5 --- EDIT

2010-02-06T22:07:00.002-08:00

EDIT ((( I understand that many of you are probably quite busy, and may not be able to participate in this round of giving and receiving. So...I will not be making your giving mandatory. I have simply posted the rules for those that may want to carry this on to their blog.
The first five people to respond to this post will receive something regardless of their level of participation. )))

I was checking out Plot 55's Friday My Town Shootout, when I came across a post entitled 5 for 5. This is a giveaway of sorts, with a slight, but fun, catch.
How it works...
The first five (5) people to comment on this post will get 'something' from me...pretty simple...but (I warned you)...these five (5) people then go on to give away one (1) thing to the first five (5) people who comment on their "5 for 5" post.

Following are the details that you can copy and paste into your post. (as copied from Plot 55 )

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make. Whatcha get is whatcha get.
2. What I create will be just for you, with love.

3. It’ll be done this year (2010).

4. I will not give you any clue what it’s going to be. It will be something made in the real world and not something cyber. It may be weird or beautiful. Or it may be monstrous and annoying. Heck, I might bake something for you and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!

5. I reserve the right to do something strange.

6. In return, all you need to do is post this text on your blog and make 5 things for the first 5 to respond to your blog post.

7. Send your mailing address – after I contact you.

Well that's one way to get things rolling in 2010!!!!

Luv Sarah-Paige

By The Light of a Dying Star

2010-02-06T21:09:00.003-08:00

trees form their jagged silhouettes
as the sun descends from a darkened heaven
cities glow in the valley of Eden
and a violent star shines its last

all eyes have been shut off tonight
hands' of the slain raising a hallelujah
to their god on high
but the curtain could not hide his shadows

bodies drift in a stale breeze
now loosed from their ring of fire
upon the path incarnate
by the light of a dying star.

Resting in love.

2010-01-28T23:46:00.000-08:00

A child rests in love
wrapped neat in loyal shadows,
sing soft my young blossom.

Into the shy woods

2010-01-26T15:31:00.001-08:00

Into the shy woods
I make my curious path;
leaves soft and trodden.

Serpents in the Healer

2010-01-08T21:28:00.002-08:00

He spoke with eyes rolled back
into his native skins
and as the words rolled off
his forgien tongue
they punctuated an atmosphere
of bitter mourning,
but hands held over eyes
could not disguise
the unexpected death.

The freedom bringers
stood round helplessly,
hopelessly,
to look into the face
of human destruction
and as the heads bowed
the hearts turned away
in bloody shame.

A mark was made permanent
on virgin life
as small hands had grasped
an artificial light
only to find death
lurking in its shadow,
a war against lies
spinning out of control
as the bombs fall
on the school houses
as the mines give away
your hiding spot.

Serpents in the healer
arouse an ugly head of revenge,
for tomorrow was killed today
and yesterday has said
its goodbyes, while now
stands tall and bullet riddled
and with the voices of millions
proclaims a devasting prophecy
of an eye for an eye.

her smile got caught in a frown

2010-01-07T23:34:00.003-08:00

muddied eyes peak into the room
but it's just mother
dancing with a broom

lamps topple one by one
father's pleading for a son

unaware of the sin
a little girl spins

arms spread in the moonlight
cast by a window's sight

her song silenced beneath
a sharp breath, in and out
fingers caught between teeth

but pain is absent from this scene
whatever could it mean

five years old and falling
could God hear her calling

dancing hair is finally stilled
that night eternity fulfilled

as the glass rained down
her smile got caught in a frown

doctor's arms couldn't cure
the rage simple and pure

stab the needle deeper
maybe it will be your keeper.

just a word no one's read

2010-01-06T23:11:00.002-08:00

eyes linger on shadows
as the music makes its way
right down to your toes

a shuffle and a hop
but before you know it
all your senses stop

it's a numb moment
as fingers brush
a smile heaven sent

the world falls away
and your left with
a burning cliche

but hey who said
that love was something new
it's just a word no one's read.

Gone without capture

2009-12-21T19:37:00.003-08:00

The June sky smiled down on my sister and I, as we sat unaware of the passing time. Feeling the smoothed pebbles beneath naked feet we held cooled pop bottles to the back of our glistening necks, the rhythmic waves demanding an asembled silence. Words remained on the backs of our tongues, yet we knew each other's thoughts.
As we grew accustomed to the surreal line between the assurance of land and the rash reality of sea, curiosity poised itself to strike. Dancing along the narrow strand of sand we broke the silence with unrestrained laughter, flashing eyes daring life to laugh back. A picture perfect moment gone without capture.

do we just take it all in stride

2009-12-16T21:36:00.002-08:00

red hair and wild eyes
hid the pain of goodbyes
but sealed lips couldn't keep
all the silence down deep

lonley hands grasp one another
everybody lean on your brother
but today love called in dead
take a bite out of your hate instead

what happens when the sky falls
and lights go on in basement halls
when the boy meets the girl
finding innocence in her playful twirl

does the world keep turning
as children lie burning
with their words hidden inside
or do we just take it all in stride

the lie that is love

2009-12-12T22:16:00.002-08:00

buried eyes see inward
beneath a frozen smile
of insecurity,
she wants to spell the words
that would heal her
but a fear of recognition
threatens the thought.
in arms of her own
she finds a careful love,
a spiritual plain.
the cornered instincts
become the audible rage
as her eyes finally close
to the darkness within
as it explodes around a bullet
shot from her pleading hands,
fingers curled around
the lie that is love.

stillness came to be her breath

2009-12-12T21:34:00.004-08:00

with a tilt of her head
and laughter in her eyes
she waved a half hearted good-bye
to those who stood
where angels had fallen
their eyes pale and sunken

snow drifts down to white out
the stained concrete
preserved below the broken sheets
of shattered glass
that had been floors above
before pain's final shove

stars blinked back their tears
as life turned to death
and stillness came to be her breath

Cheeks the shade of ripe cherries

2009-12-09T20:42:00.004-08:00

See the world through spectacles of ice.
Between its layers of black and white
see the candles flickering there
behind frosted window panes
where the lights dance like caged stars
and paper hides tomorrow's glee.
Kittens scamper like shadows
in a festive living room
while voices tower near the ceiling
straining an ivory high,
children in all manner of warmth
create their own frankenstein
in a white out world
with fumbling hands and bubbling talk
their cheeks the shade of ripe cherries.
It's the most joyful time of the year
as eyes behind the spectacles blink
a wanting frozen before the realization,
a wanting of joy, love, peace,
and goodwill to all men.

painter's intentions

2009-11-30T21:48:00.002-08:00

on a wall in the sun
she slowly fades to a regal pale
but lustour remains
in copper eyes ,
her limbs stretch from frame
to frame
misty garments cover and reveal
perfection in the painter's
'exeriences noir'

in that painting
that beautiful painting
she sits and waits
for fame, for fortune,
for a lover's whisper

his breath is slow
like thick paint across canvas
a dim detail here
a fantasy there
curtains rustle in the frozen scene
but it's just a pretty face
someone to sit quiet
as men gaze with eyes
unflinching
she reclines in a state of unease
but no one would know

in that painting
that beautiful painting
she sits and waits
for fame, for fortune
for a lover's whisper

but all that remains
has lost it's color beneath the dust
and a flame goes out
between sight and knowledge
her curves are still
as are the painter's intentions
the night is done she wept
while streets empty and fill
her way is found back
to a cold room of one's own

an umbrella reality

2009-11-17T22:05:00.002-08:00

...out in the crowd
don't tiptoe too loud
as you follow streams
to ocean seams

an umbrella reality
is all that I can see
nothing is beyond
those who do not respond

today's meal in frozen hand
I sit before the band
watching waves swell and grow
the night would never know

and all the little girls
with atlases and curls
grieve for all the boys
denied the simple joys...

charming lies

2009-11-14T19:57:00.002-08:00

watching ants parade on by
we look down from a november sky
the birds and the bees they are silent
remebering hurt that was never meant
chocolate dark melts across her face
and the love is gone in a flurry of trace

come on come on dance in my arms
like the plastic charms
that dangle from your lies tonite
that dangle from your lies tonite

watching angels parade on by
we look towards a november sky
but all is not silent still
the children's screams are shrill
and as she is laid before the train
you paint a picture of abel and cain

come on come on dance in my arms
like the plastic charms
that dangle from our lies tonite
that dangle from our lies tonite

is where all the feeling starts

2009-11-12T20:13:00.002-08:00

lead her on with a questionable look
she'll never forgive you for what you took

mamma taught her better than that
but she didn't know her heart could fall flat

the beauty is gone now it's just head games
of logic and unsaid names

to know how beleivable lies dress
she can't help but fear to regress

back into her youthful ways of ignorance
how she wishes she could grow up in an instant

but that's not how the story goes
you live to stay on your toes

growing up is hard to do when your heart
is where all the feelings start

scratch away the candle wax

2009-11-11T21:15:00.003-08:00

the stars in her eyes they won't catch her now
as she's falling through the sound
falling through the sound of glass hitting wall
of plate hitting floor, of hand hitting face
of sinking tears setting a silent pace

trampled floor tiles giveway to basement shadows
where children hide what everyone knows
their moist lips bathed in pre-recorded lies
curious hands bound with daddy's ties
and her body is still beneath the night
cimson droplets adorn like pearls of purest white

looking in side in from the out side out
it's like crawling up the water spout
and as her vision exits stage left
the curtain falls on screams already wept
reaching hands scratch away the candle wax
to reveal nothing at all in it's tracks

she's falling through the sound
coming up fast on a shallow ground
inhaling the fear of basement shadows
her mind is beating faster than a crow's
the child preaches from without
but the bullet has already silenced her doubt

hit

2009-11-07T18:44:00.002-08:00

.
counting out the sunday change
the wind whispered you strange
.
and as the voices grew
I cried love me do
.
but the trees just shrugged
and the sticks broke unplugged
.
how could you let this happen to me
when we were so close to free
.

promised

2009-10-24T21:37:00.004-07:00

i promised to be good
but the flowers were still alive
and color lunged from our eyes

the skies fell down
with the weight of winter's gray
and we all stayed home to pray

for the man on the moon
for the kids out of tune
for the dust in pharoah's tomb

i promised to be good
but your footsteps slowly faded
as the birds fell silent and sedated

you promised me too
the castles and the ponies
and a dog named tony

he shall be your light

2009-10-18T23:39:00.003-07:00

I have seen those tiny people
under plastic halos,
they live and they die
beneath those plastic halos
bathed in neon light,
known for a moment
to the breathing shadows.
Avoiding the congregations
of puddled damp I hop
from dry to dry,
a hopskotch grid down 5th avenue,
over on main sirens shatter
the glassy still that was
and will never be again
for judgement has come
and as the homeless ascend
unbelievers are bathed
with God's perfect tears;
the earth shall swallow them up
and the sun be gone from the sky
for the Lord has come
and he shall be your light.

?

2009-10-16T21:51:00.003-07:00

she lies cold and silent
a moth's wing for each staring eye
flash bulbs and prodding voices
disturb her demise
an open mouth locked in a last word
was it a yes or a no, a stay or a go,
a white line of powdered bliss
from collar bone to navel
waits for the demon behind the bullet
embedded in her left side
and as she lies there
in a crimson halo
her spirit claws at the ceiling tiles
the life she lived was not her own
why must she be damned
for the johns who ruled her.

woman in a girl's body

2009-10-13T22:18:00.002-07:00

Eyes of an intelligent blue stare back
from a forgotten polaroid,
a candid expression of coy and innocence
captured in her half smile.
To know the joys of freedom
and the sorrow of love
a burden with no hope of grace
in the lines of her hands.
The woman in her mind tasked
with the care of the child
in her heart.

when we were young

2009-10-10T22:41:00.000-07:00

we walked hand in hand down the lane
aware of our present stain

playing catch up with the sun
searching high and low for fun

we grew up before the county line
and cried beneath tall pines

tip toe on fence tops
till the spinning stops

hardly smiling we never spoke
hiding what we had broke

She rode on

2009-10-04T21:33:00.002-07:00

She rode on, her shadow circling in the damp mist; a suffocating blindfold risen from the field's floor. Hoof beats ground the cricket's song in F sharp under a sky of newborn stars. A still breeze is stirred by forgein movement, bodies together albeit physically seperated in a paradox heed the call of an Owl's hoot. Sewing their feathers back together a journey is rendered sorrow filled, a girl and her horse thunder by.

on cloud 9

2009-10-02T22:49:00.003-07:00

light, light, pulse, light
voices from another universe
rip through exploding pupils
your hands in a cold sweat
find pleasure in the crevice
of an alley couch
up there on cloud nine
where the trash cans are beautiful
and thoughts fly
faster than a speeding bullet

heaven in a cap
just don't let your feet
hit the ground.

just a girl

2009-09-30T21:55:00.002-07:00

just a girl stuck in a game
of hearts and daggers
just a girl stuck in a game
of boys and men
just a girl

My name shall be indescribable and I shall be boy

2009-09-19T20:58:00.003-07:00

reflection is still,
the trees they are still
in this suspended moment,
stretching
like a rubber band
a life from morning to morning
lived and died

a boy no more than ten
(the director specified)
enters stage centre
more of an unwilling appearance,
he turns as if to say
this is for you sister,
a skipping stone he does let fly
from his bathed hands
to shatter all expectation
of a simple imitation

my name shall be indescribable
and I shall be boy

in the window of a rippling memory
the edges masked by uncertanties
a future self contradicts
linear time, as he whispers
a warning there a nagging truth here
become that man my love
dissapoint your fathers
lay six feet under before your mother

my name shall be indescribable
and I shall be boy

layed out, unhidden

2009-09-16T20:42:00.002-07:00

shadows in her hair
scream, boy beware,
reflection in a red balloon
birth at high noon
and the flags lowered
for souls never flowered

cat green eyes are blue
filled with a sadness for you
layed out, unhidden,
a livving sin
and corner store romance
taking its last chance

God took home his Child

2009-09-07T20:44:00.002-07:00

Every night in twisted chain link dreams
a devil spawns its thoughts of mass destruction,
the power held in every man's forced hand.

She had an angel's face, perfection personified,
but shots were fired under an exploding sky
and God took home his understanding child.

walk in the morning

2009-09-05T20:36:00.002-07:00

...underneath billowy clouds i walk
above the weeping sand i walk
between the glass and the reflection
i walk mindless of the path

rubber boots disguise my awkward steps
while refracted gulls criss cross
our strolling shadows
and hills rise up on the left

oblivious of the singular
nature passes by in acid rain
the droplets sinking beneath
her salted skin...

dying young

2009-09-02T22:01:00.002-07:00

A monochromatic beauty in the hands
of a lover, pressed close
to natural skin soft as flower petals.
His eyes sing a kaleidascope story
and she dances with the dying leaves
of young oak trees...

hmmm

2009-08-29T22:04:00.003-07:00

...sing a sweet song
dream of questions with no answers
sail down false narrows
experience death before you die
get down and shout
walk across the horizon
teach me somthing I already know
shut up and kiss the sea

don't ask me where i am going
read it in my whisper
don't talk to my eyes
rip my heart out with
your forefinger and thumb
steal away with the preacher
into a rising sun...

gagged by fear of the known

2009-08-29T21:09:00.003-07:00

little girl in only fairy wings
his voice drifts in and out
exploring hands
her mother's worst nightmare

a face stripped of emotion
stares trusting
at flies that buzz about
an exposed ceiling bulb
they are the same, live
and inanimate, smooth
to his eye, hot
to his touch

there is silence for a time
until alone her tears
rain on the spiders below
curled on a table top
her screams gagged
by fear of the known

jumper

2009-08-24T20:54:00.002-07:00

your wings hold a steady beat
a dance floor in the air
a pulsing stratosphere

listen to the pidgeon song
as you free fall
towards a rushing pavement

screams feed the fear
but your lips are sealed
mother said never tell a lie.

harley

2009-08-23T21:10:00.002-07:00

sweet sixteen
a harley in her dreams
rev it up
a child corrupt

If I died today?

2009-08-23T16:35:00.003-07:00

hey there old friend
it's been a while, my
it's been a while
you're beautiful as you ever were
standing there
in that lonley walmart isle
my tears held in by an off guard smile
my heart pumps green
your success was obscene
I'm just stuck in daydreams
what ifs and could have beens
you knew it all
standing proud and tall
we threw our caps to a wide open sky
how could we be ready to die?

I became their same

2009-08-07T22:09:00.000-07:00

A grandfather clock tick tocks
as grandmother and I play eye spy
through key holes
between soul patrols.

I swore I never heard the words
swore they'd never find my mind
but between doors ajar and smoking cigars
I became their same.

ruby red

2009-07-22T21:26:00.003-07:00

midnight, midnight
with all your grace
in curving hips
a blind man's sight
ruby red, ruby red
flowing down
your chin and neck
straight to your head
remember, remember
the glint of diamonds
across a litling room
burn in december
almond eyes, almond eyes
a number in morse code
nothing to it but a price
underneath God's falling skies.

2009-07-18T21:44:00.002-07:00

make up her mind
entwine
playboy fairies,
it's too scary.
fourteen year old
porno stars
add a little foundation
cover those scars
you never did believe
so i found steve
he said i'm the one
me and his son
tripin' out here
you'd never know what I fear
sleep with an eye open
hoping...

Children's Hearts : HANDLE WITH CARE

2009-07-16T21:02:00.004-07:00

the desert and the seed
was it such an evil deed
to fall straight and true
like a bomb in plain view

silence your preachers
walk out on your teachers
lay down the king
be free to sing

turn the stone table
step around the fable
knit a heart for the ice queen
a real life lie on the silver screen

but after all is said and done
and we've cremated fun
write a pact in brothers blood
hold our thoughts and step into the flood

a summer memory faded with age
sits whimpering in its cage
we pump our fists into the air
you should've handled our hearts with care

your crisis now

2009-07-14T21:53:00.002-07:00

Tomorrow came yesterday
it's your crisis now
watch the boats come sailing in
on the waves of your
fore father's sin.

Count To Seven

2009-07-13T17:42:00.010-07:00

Shadow dancer fox trot on the wall
inhale her cancer and take that
little body's fall
make sure to whisper see you in heaven
before your little sister counts to seven.

Stand in the rain as you learn to feel
bend in her pain and prepare your appeal
wave happiness in front of her eyes
like a bone
was it my sin that left her all alone.

Fingerprint those morphine memories
in a playful pose above the trees
a laugh, a blink, a screaming silence
a face drawn rosey pink, a mortal science.

A Collision Course

2009-07-12T23:30:00.003-07:00

class and elegance a total mayhem
control the powers that be
shooting hoops with missles
lead a nation, lead a nation
what's mine is mine and
what's yours is mine
step aside with a cry
watch the innocent burned alive,
the stench of humanity
ripe in your mind
remember me to the keepers
of those pearly gates
catch the world
in your headlights
so long mr morrison
my friend it was a bitter end.
Hiding in the shadow
of a corner store
life will carry on
one drowning day at a time
reach for the worms
as you envy the stars
in their empty spaces,
your fingers black and blue
crushed between comic books
escape those office blues
in a trip through saturn's rings
but it's always a collision course.

Said Familiar Taxis

2009-07-11T20:24:00.005-07:00

The sky reigns blue as you
the sky reigns blue as you
take cover beneath daisies
take cover beneath daisies.
Beneath you cover reigns
as blue daisies take the sky.

She said it's all in your head
she said it's all in your head
but the bombs kept falling
but the bombs kept falling.
The bombs said she kept your head
but it's all falling in.

Lay before those shadow taxis
lay before those shadow taxis
a familiar protest
a familiar protest.
Before protest, those taxis
lay a familiar shadow.

Lay before falling bombs, as she reigns
beneath blue protest but it's all a cover.
Take those kept daisies in your head,
said familiar taxis; shadow the sky.

You'd Win An Oscar

2009-07-07T20:55:00.002-07:00

817 ways to read your mind
99 more to see you on the floor,
do the marks across my face
make you feel like a man,
do they make you feel at all?
Those modern day films,
did you take them to heart?
The glory of every
raging punch, of every
defied objection;
you'd win an oscar
for every part.

A False Eye

2009-07-05T21:12:00.003-07:00

Carry me to the clouds
then drop me like a rock,
shattering through
the stratasphere.
There is this soundtrack
to my hurtling disaster,
the notes in double vision
drip scarlet.
Feathers litter a heaving ground
as bodies cascade
down paving cracks,
a narrow mind
a false eye
for beauty.

What's Next

2009-07-04T21:36:00.001-07:00

(The first verse and chorus of a song I'm working on with a friend)

jump off that cloud
chase your shadow
watching it all
carefree and shallow
hitchin' a ride to san antonio
watchin' the meaning
fade from the text,

some one whisper it to me
oh what's next.
some one whisper it to me
oh what's next
the stars they drown in the sea

A Memory '64

2009-06-27T21:25:00.002-07:00

Painted flames creep
along reminder halls;
to rock
and to roll
in a memory '64.
Beneath a daisy sky
we cradled the earth
and stood to fall.

In The Children's Ward

2009-06-26T18:10:00.002-07:00

confine her screams in a pretty box
pastel and roses
nail it shut like a big old coffin
shake the blood
shake the blood off of your hands
as the children hide under hospital beds
playing jump rope with heart strings
walk along those wide open halls
like market stalls
death in every color
death in every size

Life's Voodoo Finger

2009-06-22T18:53:00.002-07:00

A whisper, a song, an angel's voice
calling between the notes
of eccentric wind chimes; erratic
in their very nature.

To be a painter's muse,
to be a lover's signature
candid and sly awash
with the fear of love,
cornered in the wide open
looking down on rotting soles.

Counting strawberry blossoms
you tax ravens in procession,
a pilgramage from truth to lie,
from life to death, a caress
of life's voodoo finger.

Anything To Get Me Out Of Here

2009-06-17T21:52:00.004-07:00

Colorless, we're all colorless
in loveless grace
conceptualize your lucky stars
before gravity can tear
you from the elastic sky.
Grow old in a minute
so as not to waste
those parched moments,
shake hands with the sun
make friends with a hurricane
don't forget what the red wood said.

Dance a dance, pray a prayer
anything to get me out of here.

Walk before the shadows
learn from angels, it's all there
written, lost and found...
correlate - debate.
Watchman yells 'stop man',
rain don't fail me now
wash this blood
from the corners of my eyes.

Epiphany in a starburst,
taste the relief
in her smokey sigh,
you can touch but you'll never see
I can guarantee so follow me;
they are the men, we are the men,
I am the apple!

Dance a dance, pray a prayer,
anything to get me out of here.

Oh Scooby, don't go through that door !

2009-06-16T20:56:00.003-07:00

Compact the sky
channel love on the wings of her lie
call it all off and start again
no time for the pain,
hum your careful tune
x marks the spot, crater on the moon.

Man wavers on a second fall
queen to pawn it's the devil's call,
ninety-nine bottles smashed on the floor
oh scooby don't go through that door!

Sprawled, broken on hell's ice
watch the thief steal you twice
delirium rising like mist
blinded by your bloody fist,
catch a falling swan
stumble across the lushest lawn

Man wavers on a second fall
queen to pawn, it's the devil's call,
ninety-nine bottles smashed on the floor
oh scooby don't go through that door!

Watch the elephant parade
movements melding into one psychedelic shade,
lavender tears won't rain today
but if you stay
reach for a cotton candy cloud,
learn how to dismantle her sound.

Man wavers on a second fall
queen to pawn, it's the devil's call,
ninety-nine bottles smashed on the floor
oh scooby don't go through that door!

Like Dominoes

2009-06-12T20:27:00.005-07:00

A candid look out of full eyes
sunk into her future face,
offerings of passion
held in reaching hands.
Clothing reveals
what she can't say,
her walking way stumbles
her heart beat mumbles.

Passing trees, like dominoes
ready for a fall stand small,
as sober thoughts drift into
the kaleidascope sky,
a cornered jack-in-the box
another whiskey on the rocks.

Peppermint Pride

2009-06-08T19:54:00.003-07:00

Watch the sun spinning round
as the clouds all come falling down,
children smile as they rise
on angel's wings above your demise.
Candles and their fading glow
beg you please, go slow.
Cartwheels in zero gravity,
like peace it's a global calamity.

Oh hush-a-bye little baby
yes, no, maybe
take it all in a crippled stride
jump rope peppermint pride.

Shooting stars on main street
their strung out lies tied up neat
take cover as time rewinds
never trust in your own kind.
Fly away on your ruby kite
let bullets stay the fight,
touch down in a land of candid ice
as the devil bids his price.

Oh hush-a-bye little baby
yes, no, maybe
take it all in a crippled stride
jump rope peppermint pride.

Watch the sun spinning round.

You Burnt Out

2009-06-07T21:12:00.004-07:00

Names change like passing stars
but faces stay the same from afar
dive above the lights into the atmosphere
ignore their political fear.
Reaching for Pluto you burnt out
spinning in an orbit of doubt.
Ride the commets tail,
re-read the dark side of pale
while a war of worlds rages
between nuclear sages.
Make a mark that's lost
beneath its cost,
make a mark that's lost
beneath the double crossed.

Hope to be back soon

2009-05-26T14:26:00.001-07:00

Hello

Sorry for my silence, I've been extremley busy over the last little while, finishing up school for this year and getting ready for exams over the coming weeks has and is going to take up a lot of time !!!! But I hope to sit down and write towards the end of this week :)

Thank you very much everyone for continuing to come by here...

Have a great week !

Sarah-Paige

What I've Been Listening To

2009-05-18T21:18:00.006-07:00

Wow, haven't done one of these posts for a while...here are some songs that I've added to my on going ultimate play list :)

Where Are You - Our Lady Peace
embedding was disabled, but if you've got 3 minutes the video isn't too shabby)

Where Are You

A Song To Say Goodbye - Placebo
So this is probably the saddest music video I have ever seen, gets me every time...the sucker that I am ! But love to write to it.

Luna's Song

Hope For The Hopeless - A Fine Frenzy
(no video for this song, just a still)

And...one just for fun

I Feel Good - Keytoon Animation
A hilarious little cartoon using a James Brown track !!!

A Million Tracks On My Behalf

2009-05-18T20:35:00.005-07:00

Holding fast to his
slumping shoulders
I whisper,
'I'll never let you go',
as the the familiar
falls away
to the crumbling cliffs
of youthful temptations.
Steeling glances
from between hair
of rain and wisdom
I watch his feet
make a million tracks
on my behalf
through this valley
of shadowy doubt,
ready to sacrifice
his scarlet blood
should the demons
spring from below
their steaming waters.

She Dreams

2009-05-17T21:11:00.007-07:00

Shield your eyes from the dark side
of the moon, an eclipse of the mind
as her heart turns away,
past the concrete and through
the clay, wake up another fine day.
She holds her hands high
to brush the sun, a sweet release
for the bullet in his gun,
flowers float around mercury
as the petals slowly die
and drift off into her glassy eyes.
To live and to laugh, to die
and to weep, dreams fill her sleep
with the confusion of end's light.

A Permanent Pale

2009-05-14T22:01:00.004-07:00

Scan the horizon
just below the prairie clouds,
a scene serene and overcast
shadows the earthy greens.
Every color darkened
except her skins
permanent pale.
The limp body draped
in joy's disguise,
fleeting frills and thrills,
laid across sturdy sticks
an offering to the god
of animal and man;
while the line between
savage and civil
burns at both ends.

Thoughts At Ceiling Level

2009-05-08T21:59:00.002-07:00

Colors, turn turn turn,
I can hear the music
see the notes traveling
across the universe
past constellations
and super novas, to hang
between morphing clouds;
what's your poison?
Inhale, screaming.
Exhale, screaming.
2am sitting on the curb
in front of a 24 hour
convenience store
watching life stagger past
see the stains on its shoes.
Gravel paths swim
in cruel curves, finding
that finding your way home
led you farther astray,
the signs have all been torn down,
a four way stop in double vision.
Hands feel along
from tree to wall to skin,
from skin to hair to cool railing,
blinded by a new sight
thoughts explode and rain down
in words said with no regrets,
no regrets, no regrets.
Destroy the sun with your thumb,
kick up daisies, daffodils
and desperation in a slow motion blur,
falling up that taunting slope
to gaze down from the new moon
howling like a forgotten child.

Add A Stake

2009-05-05T20:56:00.003-07:00

Candle candle on the wall
light the ceiling of this whining hall
floor don't let me fall, please, don't let me fall
as the clock ticks and it tocks, seconds to stall
between minutes that explode between the hours;
should lock them up in towers
there to scream out like tortured town criers
never cry wolf you liar liar!
I can hear you strumming strings
strung between your passionate flings
to follow those tangoing footsteps that sing
of Riviera's and cheap wine's sting,
I'll have your head for my heart
pierce it like a voodoo doll for a start
a warning for cupid's dart;
add a stake, and make nice sculptural art.

The Sunflower

2009-05-05T20:40:00.002-07:00

Petals curled and
brown, reach for the spinning ground;
crippled for her sins.

Romeo and Juliet Right On Cue

2009-04-29T18:25:00.010-07:00

I see mother nature under her trees,
I see the surprise in all of her leaves.
The waves they come and the waves they go
but no matter the tide we all reap what we sow.
Feathered omens take to the sky
a mess made outta Jimmy's pie,
because one and one is two
what a fool they made outta you.
Music in pieces litters the stage
while your heart beats for minimum wage.
Shots fired at an innocent moon
it'll all come crashing down one day soon.
To laugh and lie in fields of candy corn
burning every oath sworn,
the ashes sugar for their witches brew
Romeo and Juliet right on cue.

A Lover's Room

2009-04-29T18:22:00.001-07:00

In arms of silver
lay thee to rest…a sleep eternal,
as the proverbs go.
Candlelight and all that is soft
and calm washes over
like the faintest music overheard
from the cliffs above.
A love of life that wanes,
a swaying flame, in a cool breeze
exhaled from her pale nostrils
in pleasure’s sigh.
Roses stripped of their rose
in noir memories,
stems still and bent, arced
in an aging curve,
their petals silent
as angel’s foot falls
litter the shadows strewn
about a lover’s room.

By Myself

2009-04-26T20:48:00.007-07:00

Alone, I am alone, all alone,
sitting here by myself.

There are a multitude of me
sitting here by ourselves,
voices tormenting one head.

One heart spread thin
among my point of views,
right and wrong and
on the fence.

These voices never silent
heard above
echoing thunder and others
words of stale company.

To sit alone it is
a heavy task,
to lose every identity
and find myself...alone,
one train of thought.

Every crossroad
I die a little
as pieces of me
fall away, to their own
dusty roads.

Comedy and tragedy
waging wars
of laughter and tears,
a marriage of
courage and fear.

Alone, I am alone, all alone;
sitting here by myself.

The Lines

2009-04-23T17:24:00.002-07:00

Contemplating the hue
of poppy, slim fingers
fidget with shadow hair.
A crescent moon above
illuminates the wind's
writing on the wall,
as it smolders
in silent words on
a simple dress.
Beyond the realm
of thought, a
plastic heart melts
from the flames
of coherence,
their fumes orientate
dry tears.
Eight panes
across eight lanes;
the lines drawn
to be crossed.

Like Precious Pearls

2009-04-22T18:56:00.001-07:00

Pearls dangle from still fingers
the grass brushed by an ill wind,
paving stones are cracked
as tree roots, fearful to be alone,
rise between mans barriers
the carriers of fortune good and bad.
Brick walls no longer burdened
with entry halls lean in
to hear their crumbling whispers,
children’s feet, bumbling,
rouse those sunken beneath
a tired bodies stiff toes.
The surface light a beacon
of mercy and grace,
eyes rendered blind in birth
now surrendered gaze seeing
at endless worlds
all dangling like precious pearls.

White

2009-04-20T20:53:00.004-07:00

Within the flash
of her purest
movement, a chorus
to herald
her entrance
through freckled
glass. Its sill
scratched away
by claws
of the finest
pearl thread,
to escape
the outside;
cornered in.
She glides
rowing on the tides
of assumption,
of shade and color
in their singular,
a fierce white;
skin blending
in pigmented
light.

Time's Breath

2009-04-19T18:00:00.002-07:00

Time, a fragrance
suspended in
the middle of
an empty hall,
a fond memory
fading like
an afterglow.
Portraits,
tired and hung
from silver
gallows
depicting lives
with thorns
under foot.
Strained smiles
in dusky eyes
impatient for
the virtue
of patience
to run through
their blue blood,
shadows without
the chastity
of solar light.
A child flying
round this
burning world
on a magic carpet,
a candlestick
to slay
the dragon
breathing realities
cold fire.
Shoulders shiver
a dance with
silence,
the hall left
behind
the faces
staining the
wallpaper
as they retreat
from time's
steady breath.

Judgment

2009-04-18T18:22:00.003-07:00

A gloomy day, down and grey.
Roads dark, perfect, nary a mark
for all is dark and all mark
their passage, waiting for a message.
Maybe hope, maybe a slippery slope
of desire and longing, prolonging
the mortal mind seeking to find
the name, seeking the lame.
Rainbows appear, the sun leers
at a sprawling green only seen
by bodies elated, societies sedated
wonder and dream but the real cream
passes through, so smoothly through
others lips, peoples joined at the hips.
Clouds must lift as death is swift
the light must be seen before the flight,
a path to the gate pebbled in fate
rises high and falls through the sky
looming, fuming,
a deity to rise from water's demise
judgment passed from first to last,
just and fair the jury with care
debate, deliberate, and wait
for hearts to tremble, resemble
remorse for straying from their source,
judgment is passed from first to last.

Whispers Of A Killing Man

2009-04-15T17:53:00.008-07:00

A menagerie of thoughts behind
those less than civil eyes,
but they can't hide
the light of a million lies
plastered to the lips of children
off to warn the man in the moon.

Notes of silence dream in golden
with tears scented in denial
finding they can't sacrifice the chosen,
poppies tilt and wait a while
as the stars serenade a dieing sun
with the whispers of a killing man.

Ripple

2009-04-10T14:18:00.001-07:00

Lines drive thinking on
in realities dreams;
drops ripple calm seas.

Fear of Fear

2009-04-09T19:30:00.002-07:00

Sprinting like spring wind
heart pulsing like a root fire;
to the dieing sea!
Voices desperate to live
blind to their minds sin
conquer a fear of fear.

Understanding

2009-04-08T17:40:00.001-07:00

Doors swing, banging along
a hall laden in regimentals'
antique memories groaning
underneath new ideas.
Footsteps camp
among cobwebs freshly
mended, light barred
by dust lifted and drifting
round and round
these pompous rooms
red and dark
like waring hearts.
Laughter died before
echoes could whisk
it into punishing corners,
moping eyes disguised
by classy smiles
that watch as an era
came and went,
a hundred times or more.
Lonely ghosts, betray
lonely saints with
secrets left behind
on the tongues
of folding walls that hide
the depth of this
understanding.

A Pear

2009-04-07T18:28:00.001-07:00

A pear of one, a pair of two.
There we are me and you
set sail among the clouds
reciting broken vows,
together in our seperation
becoming fond of exasperation.
Coming down for tea
tears contained behind a levy,
but the waves pound
silently with a clanging sound !
Bullets and battlefields
where innocent fruit weilds
the power of succulence
keeping anger in its trance,
keeping hands in the light,
keeping words from the fight.

Monday Morning

2009-04-07T06:52:00.000-07:00

Hazy sun filters through
groggy eyes, sleep still
cushioned in their corners.
Dad's coffee bubbles
in the warming kitchen,
oatmeal sticks in the pot
while mum prods and pinches
this lazy body...
"I'm UP." A scream in my mind,
a mumble to the heap
of clothes everywhere
but in my closet,
dressing and washing
is always a blur;
cold floors, spitting taps,
unmatching socks.
When my cracking feet
finally stumble into
our wooden kitchen
with the yellow table
complemented by mum's
carefully prepared
brown bag lunches
I am awake, it's a door
to another dimension
there is activity, hustle
and bustle, there are smells
and sounds, like the sound
of the bus pulling up
and my dash to the door
slipping on shoes in a move
that makes ninja's drool.
My adrenaline pumping
I walk as calm as I can
to the back of the bus,
crashing in pure exhaustion
willing school to be over
before it has even begun !

Stuck

2009-04-05T15:40:00.002-07:00

Pasta bubbles like
angry words slurred
across an empty bar;
the scars crippling
on the inside.

Moist steam
warms a pale face
revealing truths
like breath on
a cracking window pane.

The food will be cold
before it hits
those deaf walls,
words fumbling
between rocking sobs
composure saved only
for authorities visits.

Mixed Emotions

2009-04-04T21:02:00.005-07:00

...feed me, feed me
love me, need me...

Her eyes are pleading,
head lolling
in a nurses arms,
my own damp head
firmly planted
on this thin
hospital pillow.
All around
cleanliness reeks
while inside I pray
for the strength
to smile
at this sweetest nightmare,
this tiny being
that drains me of my hate
one salty tear at a time.

He Was Boy

2009-04-04T20:43:00.005-07:00

Standing. Young spine
curved and unstable
a hat to hide the evil
from his eyes
as he squints, looking
back toward all
that made him a child
not yet ready
to face all
that will make him a man.
A smoking gun
grasped in his left hand,
(nun's leather lashings
never hindering
this 'disgrace'),
hazy eyes turn in terror,
the shots still ringing;
their Frankenstein
patched together
like something that
could be fixed...

A Moment Of Childlike Thought

2009-04-02T18:34:00.005-07:00

I pump my bare legs on this creaking swing as she glides back and forth over the crispy grass. Who is this girl that has come to play with me? A copy cat is what she is, silent by my side, hiding from the summer sun. She is the strangest girl I've ever met, there are no eyes or freckles on her face and you can only see her upturned nose above her thin lips when I turn to the side.
Man is she fast, fast as me. We had a race when mother rang the lunch bell, neck and neck past the barn but I lost her in the field until she caught up rounding the corner of Grandma's potting shed.
Wriggling my toes in the cooling sunlight I let time slow as I face sky then ground, sky then ground. Crickets call like a buzzing mother for my friend to return home and as my own mother rings the bell for super I watch as that shy little girl fades into the evening shadows.

...

2009-03-28T09:38:00.009-07:00

She hums a simple tune
gazing up to a dieing moon
as frail hands reach out
lips pucker and pout,
wishing on falling stars
never got her very far.

Standing in fields of May
where daisies bow and pray
a heart beat wind dances
reminds her of love's chances,
caught between tides
caught between lies.

Her wings have been clipped
but that dark blade slipped
spilling a travelers secret
to paint the canvas of regret,
lines follow infinity...
colored in divinity.

Angel

2009-03-24T20:12:00.003-07:00

Can't you see
the wings across
his bent back ,
the halo
amidst tousled hair,
the light of knowledge
and understanding
in his attentive eyes.
He is a thirty second
revelation between
the footsteps
of moaning ghosts,
their passing breeze
rustling pages
of belief
held close
to his wandering body.

They'll Always Stand

2009-03-22T21:31:00.003-07:00

A still sea
breathing in unison
waits under the cover
of camouflage,
army regulation...
boots too
in unified pairs
stand firmly planted
on asphalt and fields.
Come rain, come shine
they stand -
come bullet, come shell
they stand -
come death, come injury
they'll always stand.

Her Own Reality

2009-03-21T20:15:00.003-07:00

A red wing Blackbird
the soundtrack
to her morning jog
across fields and down
muddying paths,
her feet pounding
to the beat of a steady heart.
Fall colors mesmerize
as dreams tumble through
her dreamer's mind,
some lead and some follow
all pointing to a reality
still caught in her throat,
only a word had been spoken
to create the divide
between sea and sky.
Simple words; a yes here
a no there, were all
that was needed
to shape her own
wavering reality.

A Shared Memory

2009-03-20T22:17:00.002-07:00

Staring into a corner
laced with sticky cobwebs
her sobs hammer
inside a whirling head.
The truth, it was the truth
that had dragged
her young body here
to think about 'things';
she thought more
than they would ever know.
Her mind though few
in years was plenty
in quiet observations
of justice and fear.

This Friday Nights Youth Group Lesson

2009-03-19T13:01:00.006-07:00

So this is something a little different, I've been asked to teach this Friday night at my local youth group. We're reading through What Jesus Demands from the World by John Piper. This week is Chapter 15 Do Not Be Anxious About The Threats Of Man, and I'm posting my lesson outline here for you all to read. I hope it is as encouraging to you as it was for me .
(You can also be my guinea pigs and tell me if it makes any sense !!!!!!)

The two passages I'm teaching from are...

Matthew 10:18-19
"And you will even be brought before governors and kings for My sake, as a testimony to them and to the Gentiles. But when they hand you over do not worry about how or what you are to say, for it will be given to you in that hour what you are to say."

Matthew 10:24-31
"A disciple is not above his teacher, nor a slave above his master. It is enough for the disciple that he become like his teacher, and the slave like his master. If they have called the head of the house Beelzebul*, how much more will they malign the members of his household!
Therefore do not fear them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. What I tell you in the darkness, speak in the light; and what you have heard whispered into your ear, proclaim upon the housetops.
Do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from you Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear, you are more valuable than many sparrows."

*Beelzebul : The Philistine deity associated with satanic idolatry.

John Piper says of this command, "It is especially relevant in our day as the likelihood increases that tolerance will hold sway for everyone except the person who claims that everyone must give allegiance to Jesus."

The three repetitions of 'do not fear' in Matthew 10:24-31 makes it quite clear that God isn't just sending us out to proclaim His glory and not giving us a second thought. But, as John Piper puts it, "He is close enough to separate one hair from another and give each a number. Fear not; he is close."

Jesus says in Matthew 10:27, "What I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear whispered in you ear, proclaim upon the housetops."
He is reassuring us that even though speaking clearly and openly about God's truth may cost us our favor among men, so much so that we lose our lives, (Matthew 10:25b "...If they have called the head of the house Beelzebul, how much more will they malign the members of his household."), but, Jesus says in Matthew 10:26, "Therefore do not fear them, for there is nothing concealed that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known."
It is God's truth and those who believe and proclaim it, (walk the walk and talk the talk), that will stand in the end.

We are to expect this persecution, it is a sign that we belong to him. I think that is why Christians who are greatly persecuted in the eastern world are so happy. They look at it with such a different view, because they know their persecution, in part, ties them so strongly to Jesus.

In Matthew 10:28 Jesus says, "...do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul." John Piper translates this as, "But don't fear what man can do to you. All he can do is dispatch your soul to paradise. Fear not."

The last bit of motivation Jesus gives us in this passage is how important we are to God.
Matthew 10:29 & 31 says, "Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the Father...So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows."
The events in our lives from the most minute to the most life changing are governed by God's will, this is embodied in a quote by Henry Martyn, "If God has work for me to do, I cannot die."

In closing John Piper says this, "Love the truth, therefore, and what you learn from Jesus in the solitude speak from the housetops. And do not fear the face of any man."
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These are a couple of the songs I was listening to while writing this ...

Brandon Heath -- Give Me Your Eyes
Video Here

Hillsong -- Mighty To Save

"Inhale...INHALE", screamed the devil on her shoulder.

2009-03-17T20:16:00.003-07:00

She inhales deeply,
cancer dancing
gaily in pungent smoke.
Angel and devil
scream through her ears
but a pleasing head rush
silences them, if only
for a few spinning moments.
Flicking ash onto
the damp playing field
her fingers warn
of pleasures end
as one last drag is coaxed
from a crumpled filter.

She is Girl

2009-03-16T22:08:00.005-07:00

Blue eyes radiate
youthful life,
her smile revealing
but a small portion
of the love
she has to give.
When the warming sun
chases away shadows
cast by a lesson
in modesty
her mischievous
soul abounds
in dimples
that could melt
the coldest heart.
Golden locks fall
around childish cheeks
in swirling ringlets
only slightly tamed
by a bonnet stitched
with mother's care.