Birdsong: a branch of music.
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Pain & struggle
We can’t always see the scatters and tatters of a broken heart. Kindness is due to all fellow beings — we never know the invisible hurts they’re enduring.
Can’t freakin’ sleep
insomnia is invisible
but hard as concrete
blackout poetry created from Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club, 1996
Connections
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.
Fortunate misfortunes
Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby — says excuse me then goes on his way.
Spring out & in
Spring: the music of open windows.
Soiled
If organic is the natural way, shouldn’t organic produce just be called “produce” and make the pesticide-laden stuff take the burden of
Fragile
Grief is looking up
to see Never
at your window —
rapping on the pane
of your heart —
Run for it!
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.
Sound of winter leaves at night
Age is a foreign land I can’t get used to. I want to go back home.
Proof of youth
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
Life expectancy
“Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Plexus
we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit