Light streams past window Blinds shaping lifeless Yellow wands and nine dates Taste sweeter for their number, From the corner of the eyes Exists the invisible world Parallel and unparalleled, Not mucked by perimeters, Unprocessed by processed Foods, frostbitten mind … Continue reading
A body sore With time at war A mind ahead unseen A soul torn Like the earth born Alignment in between Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
In variations, life is continued. One’s trash is another’s pleasure imbued, A head clearing, generating windmills, Pies to elbows to books on windowsills, Changing times and generations renewed. Eternally our speech and hands are cued To the soundtrack of the … Continue reading
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Tagged Bugs, Cat, Changes, Life, Man, Mind, Rondeau, Seasons, Thoughts, Trash, Treasure, Windmills
My heart is not my own, From you, it is on loan. If love be lost to you, I’d, too, be also blue. My mind is not my own, From you, it is on loan. If sense is less than … Continue reading
Lawn service? No thanks. Pollination of the mind as I cut the grass. Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.
I hope you don’t mind that it doesn’t matter what you may think of me Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved. I am of course referring to real people. Don’t let anyone or anything stifle you.
words and thoughts order my mind while my surroundings fall to entropy Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.