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November 2005

fall returns

the leaves are falling once again disquieted spirits on the road again we’ve sullied our sunday best again the preacher says only believe again i cannot return to the pain again the sorrows they’ve begun to stain again our wishes were baskets of hope again and sunday’s our only reprieve again they said we could never repair again but they’ve only just noticed despair again my shoulders, they ache from the weight again yet the stars seem to call out my name again there’s only one chance at hello again but my back turns the color of fear again we […]

all for you

i crush my cigarette in the ash tray one last time one last time i feel the sweet heavy burden on my chest we weren’t meant to live forever, i heard someone say steel resolve pulses through my veins i may not live forever… …but i won’t leave her to face it all alone it’s all for you, i cry with silent tears to meet your needs and ease your fears a child inside breaks the strain of too much reality i never asked to be born, he whispers painfully i did not ask for this… …i stand silently and […]

Discovering Anselm Kiefer

It was the fall of 2001. 9/11 was on the horizon. I was studying in Denmark for a semester and enjoying the early autumn light. My fellow students and I were given tours of several attractions and museums early in the semester. I was introduced to Anselm Kiefer’s work at the Louisiana Museum. I was captivated instantly when I saw Kiefer’s paintings. They had an industrial quality to them that spoke to me of the sadness and despair of the modern era. Factories, concrete, fascism, and war are themes that jump out to me. There was something lost to the […]

how to save a life

i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages life is but a dream, they say tortured by bandits & penniless drifters neon markets and cannibals’ songs whispers carried softly upon stale breath

can you see

i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages life is but a dream, they say tortured by bandits & penniless drifters neon markets and cannibals’ songs whispers carried softly upon stale breath