18 May 2006 "Buried Roses" Ifi had roses to give you I would have buried them muted their breath measured their penitence stopped the flood of overflowing criticism The rain continues I thought it's shoulders were undaunted Horizontal landscapes catch the rhythm holdgifts good and bad none the less given with due remarks of wanting shelter in the presence of unadorned queens Was it you who never stopped noting thorns of now quieted roses? or me who allowed their travel? -- 19 May 2006 "Defined By So Few Words" Neon blue continues on I am neither sad nor happy I guess I find myself relieved Waiting for tears if I need them I never realized her poems to be so short so inconclusive so undefined she always seemed so magnificently tormented Ahhh zelda where are you when I need you? Pointing in the direction of the sky I expected beyond but the treasure was in the trees My eyes gathered them standing beneath and within I bend my branches Born with a melancholy poets charm that pathway Books and paintings sculptures of flight rounded off with a drunken stupor My fingers feel numb I approach the station to arrive I have been there and back I am coated with the very same torment said with few words on the pages that you sent to me -- 20 May 2006 'Neon's Unspoken Tales' She said she knew you I of course took up her time quoting our best/ worst moments yet, only in my head She never really heard our history my memories burn still unspoken "Be sure to call her everyday", she said 'Every' day? Every single day? "Just keep it short that's really all that's needed" How do you fill a bottle too small? How do you comb the hair of an old dolly who's locks are now sparse? How do you find the voices remembered take them back comfort them instruct them in the art of positive thinking? My moods are not always my own - 20 May 2006 'Feathers Carved In Stone' I am not sure how it settles...
the stone past the surface of the water my words, my appraisal In a crunch I refer to little boxes sometimes empty decorated with ribbons sometimes filled with feathers carved in stone I fall back on their sentimental comfort of who I wish to be strong, undaunted graceful despite the climate just like all the other ladies I admire Yet I sit at the bottom of this pond I am not sure if it is mirky or clear If my visions make sense to me at this moment it may just be lie I must hold the flag of my own destiny fold up notes that overtake my heart But then I think I might miss them I feel afraid that if I stand tall I will find I do not exist Pieces of my flight though they be stone brought me here thus far I would be leaving the little girl with paper dolls alone and still afraid - 25 May 2006 "A Promise and a Gift" He fled from the mountains arrived at the sea leaving all his gifts behind him including me White knights and sacred shells reach out past sad beyond the sand a token within this map>br> You came...
so I left You didn't notice pretending I never really cared -- 14 july 2006 "I Stroke Her Hair" I stroke her hair I mend her again despite her wild objections Defined by lines that did not match she held herself closely Did not entertain streaks of light river crossings paths that led to lime green I walk past her sigh and find it to be my own Buckle down you stupid girl! Consequences of moons that go unlocked bring hues that grey up possibility I shook her I made her bleed who did she think I was? Hereyes looked up She asked for mercy the kind that only I could give her Many a tormented heart is born out of passion I stroked her hair I gave her the box unopened with all the gifts inside because I was the only one who could and the only one there