Posts tagged ‘Inspire’

March 30, 2017

press on strong…

every day to the last,
and make that so.

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February 25, 2017

you go!

tear the plastic
off
the windows
to your life!

February 25, 2017

present

no matter my surroundings
i find myself there.

February 7, 2016

Too many is never enough (You’re Not Alone)

It’d be a shame to not realize…

this breakfast has more passion,
my tongue has more taste;
the bold world we now live in,
everyone’s got something to say.

Oh, you’re also a local writer?
Oh, you write about injustices too?
See, I want something truly novel,
I really want something new.

And what about the morning coffee?

August 31, 2015

Cedar Lake South

Colors undulated in water’s reflection
Each vessel thrown motion on waves.
Daylight slipped between fast shadows
Astir with dust, sunscreen, and wake.

Reading and discussion as people laze,
Land mammals splashed with excitement.
Allowing the arched path of hot sun play,
Keeping covered eyes from its vibrance.

Etched in sand were castles and hills,
So many fantasies that were imagined.
On the surface a light breeze gave chills.
Under vast clear indigo sky’s advantage.

Those gathered took their weekend time;
Hurried for nothing, just this life alive.

August 25, 2015

Amenities

Life out of Stanley
Life out of truck
Life out of city
Life with sandwich lunch

Life out of control
Life stuck inside
Life without aversions
Life between lines

And then,
Life out of time.

March 18, 2015

Local Imaginaries

Observe the scattered common stones of these Twin Cities,
dusting sidewalks crumbled—ubiquitous,
taken in hand at foot, and thrown to,
from a bridge’s span above fast flowing currents of the Mississippi below.

Here flies to splash an artistry tangible,
before honest spoken words,
a sharp tone in tender ears,
which is contrast to what’s pictured:

Seen drawn lines,
Seen paintings bright,
Seen music made,
Seen night life.

Though observe them,
they are outside, heads aloft in thick-clouded dreams,
banded, mouths in perpetual motion,
hands seldom untied,
broken parts of stone—
proof over talking about the scene you’ve seen.

How those stones have accrued.

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Some things get overlooked,
some things get stepped on;
other things get talked about profusely;
What of art does one hear?