today, I write. not because I want to, but because
I have to.

because you are not here, and my heart is not singing.
you are not here and the chill fall wind is allowed to reach my soul.

time away from you is a yellow ribbon, beaten insatiably, by multihued skies
and chased out to sea on the wings of maybe. waiting, measured
in sunsets, few enough to count, too many to tolerate.

come love, tomorrow we walk; tomorrow we bask in the tenderness
of linked pinkies.

tomorrow we walk, there, where all of the something’s of our infinite
future congregate. where dams fail and desires flow freely over
washed gravel souls.

come, walk, out from the shadows of the still great oaks, into the
fields of evening primrose, locust on a feeding frenzy,
vegetarians with carnivore lusts.


kc `11

we breathe in consumption.

that we do my dear friend, that we do...

I wanted to read Shakespeare Sonnets after I saw this, just to keep the flow of your write going..

Captivating write kc, and I look forward to hearing it on youtube sometime..

Nice write Kc

thank you everyone... ...

nice :)

Tis but a cold hollowed growl within me.
To search here, and not find your expressions,
etched with all your vast shades of color..
Nicely written KC...

Cool....

thanks fou...welcome to the playground...

T...i appreciate that!

thank you...up2