Friday, July 31, 2009

forget me

you won't forget me
one day when a certain girl
who looks a certain way
saunters by and catches your eye
i hope you'll remember
there was a strange eyed girl
who loved you so
the one you cast away
who will never erase
your memory
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

~walt whitman


Monday, July 27, 2009


"i am grateful, violins, for this day of four chords. Pure is the sound of the sky, the blue voice of air." ~pablo neruda

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

"it was my duty to understand everybody, becoming delirious,
weak, unyielding, compromised, heroic, vile,
loving until i wept, and sometimes an ingrate,
a saviour entangled in his own chains,
all dressed in black, toasting to joy."
pablo neruda


Thursday, July 16, 2009

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


violet shadows
before the breaking of dawn
half dreamed sensations

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


love with no control
hazy lines blurred between us
there is no escape

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Friday, July 10, 2009

antoine de saint-exupery

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

sweet spontaneous

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Thursday, July 9, 2009


“In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.”

Sunday, July 5, 2009


I waited all night. By midnight I was on fire. In the dawn, hoping To find a dream of you, I laid my weary head On my folded arms, But the songs of the waking Birds tormented me.

sunday morning

let me lay with you

softly as the sun rises

i shine before you

Saturday, July 4, 2009

my heart is a precarious bird

yes to everything


my skin fresh with dreams

alone at the break of dawn

this longing for you

sonnet 17 - pablo neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way
in which there is no I or you so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand so intimate that when you fall asleep it is my eyes that close
Pablo Neruda

Friday, July 3, 2009

waking dream

the last magnolia

robert browning

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet! Robert Browning

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

i feel your sweet voice
seeing me and feeding me
faraway jeweled eyes

hummingbird flicker
exquisitely electric
craving your nectar

the precipice

dark birds

burning haiku

this is the way

“Electric flesh-arrows... traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the eyelids. A foam of music falls over the ears. " ~anais nin

haiku in the trees

belle de nuit


let me look at you - my ache feeds your desire - my love raining down