Sunday, January 24, 2010
Best Low Light Pocket Camcorder
Like the light that smokes
space steam
between our lips.
As your smell runny
between my toes,
and shakes.
As the winter that kills the leaves
to save the tree
or rain
the ashes of a burned forest.
So you're
cruel and indispensable
normal and unique,
tiny and cumbersome.
No reason
them alternatives.
Still far away.
Too close.
never mine.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Mighty Guy 3 Funbrain Play Now

The House of Winter
has a special silence and a time
eternal waiting that can hurt.
Here lives a rose
that feeds on love:
her, that looks like you like anything,
needs your warmth.
House Autumn
light sleep over every leaf
lying on the grass like a cloth.
not sleep but instead wants
to touch the rose
and I wait in the doorway
his sister and my wife.
The house in Spring
has no walls,
my love, no barrier
and everything is as you see it:
the sky in celebration
and the grass under your feet.
The rose window at
has a new color,
her, that love is a teacher and his
has the same smell your smell.
the summer house
is only light that you do not see
you, people who do not love;
you who do not believe
that a rose has a home for all
and if a man marries a
and that the bride is you.
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