Category: you move me

  • come away

    in moments like when norah is swooning sounds swirling around, a peculiar longing tugs at my soul to forego all the other dreams–the art, the beauty, the revolution, the love and golden buildings–and just chase this one, this profound fair one that i desire too much and tremble to actually reach: to slip away from […]

  • When I Witness*

    for DDK the way He moves your heart and captivates your soul, the way you allow for the breaking open, make room for sorrow and oceans, exhilaration and flight, all in a single breath or string of melody and glimmering eye; the way you are both young and old, innocent and wise, daring yet careful […]

  • Forgive Me

    for R.L. Sometimes memories hit hard, merciless and cruel, But only because finally they can be honest; Show and tell how things really went down During those days that you were tumbling down Head over heels, but not in selflessness, Rather in a greedy hunger for the things You couldn’t wait to hold, seize, take, […]

  • Bananas For You

    i love that bananas are not yet extinct or i would have missed the tender shouting of your love worn like a seal on the thick green-golden skin of such sweet fruit

  • the perfect image

    looking under rocks, rubble and falling towers for what it means to be heroic wondering: perhaps perfection isn’t orderly nor sanitized, not to be found in the cleaned-up thing but its beauty, a perfect Beauty, is the weak cry of defiant life stubbornly resisting extinction. perhaps: heroes are made from the glimmering shards of broken […]

  • the beautiful wounds

    there are battles everyday, small medium and large, that can stain, bruise, cut and scar our skin, memories, hands and hearts; some of these are more lasting, while others less inclined to be so insistent, less likely to remain after the battle has long ended. i care less for these less stubborn scars, these fast […]

  • Fire Blossoms

    for Daisy Life glitters before her like gold, true, While around these messy patterns and haphazard days is a chrysalis of silken Promises, cocooning her, keeping her; It is creation’s lullaby and awakening. His voice is in the wind, the daring noon Sky, and the resting twilight; He whispers secrets into the pathways of her […]

  • More Zoe Everyday

    On the TV screen Inside Pho America Words flash… RESTORING THE AMERICAN DREAM: HOW TO INNOVATE And just like that, His Warm Whispers… I’m alive, I’m alive. Let’s dream, you and I. You’re alive, you’re alive, C’mon baby follow me, Let’s create, you and I.

  • when i witness

    for DDK the way He moves your heart and captivates your soul the way you allow for the breaking open, make room for sorrow and oceans, exhilaration and flight, all in a single breath or string of words and glimmering eye; the way you are both young and old, innocent and wise, daring yet careful […]

  • the shades in your voice

    your voice is beautiful, clear burnt with subtle desire and splashed with the freshest hues like melon, dawn yellow and eternal azure reminds me to remain honest and true, to never stray far from the what that makes us free; your voice—there are tornadoes and sunshine in it—moves me