Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
'Summer Slipping'
Summer's mournful cry into the gray sky
lifts itself to be consoled within the pine tops
Adjoining, then falling, the white snow frames the river bed
Clinging to the banks as sweetly as a babe to it's mother;
The quiet, cold of winter's numbing is charged as the river rolls by
Textures of earth rest in the frosted season; the laurel hides ,weary with waiting ....
The river whispers, 'fear not' you will be kissed again.
~HTK 2009
Summer's mournful cry into the gray sky
lifts itself to be consoled within the pine tops
Adjoining, then falling, the white snow frames the river bed
Clinging to the banks as sweetly as a babe to it's mother;
The quiet, cold of winter's numbing is charged as the river rolls by
Textures of earth rest in the frosted season; the laurel hides ,weary with waiting ....
The river whispers, 'fear not' you will be kissed again.
~HTK 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
"Torrents of Seasons"
Breathe in and a sky full of dreams will bend around you
Light will fall away and darkness will envelope the dream scape
Quietly gather there to meet the stillness; for it has much to lend to those who will listen; Anticipate the dawn and be breathless in each season
For the torrent downpours contained within them have cleansed
and won you back to drift in tenderness
~HTK 2000
Breathe in and a sky full of dreams will bend around you
Light will fall away and darkness will envelope the dream scape
Quietly gather there to meet the stillness; for it has much to lend to those who will listen; Anticipate the dawn and be breathless in each season
For the torrent downpours contained within them have cleansed
and won you back to drift in tenderness
~HTK 2000
"Guide"
Decaying away from the persistent persuasion of your past existence
a fractured heart desperately heals from the weight of broken promises;
A Holy night will descend upon you as you move towards grace
Forever are you stumbling down hallways of truth, passing over the wicked players of discord in your relentless pursuit of clarity
It is there you find beaten, broken hearts akin to what you have known and seen
The last memories mold together the yesterdays that turned on you
Clasping hands you'll charge the rocky grade and mend within the Holy night
resting your head on a pillow of hope
Decaying away from the persistent persuasion of your past existence
a fractured heart desperately heals from the weight of broken promises;
A Holy night will descend upon you as you move towards grace
Forever are you stumbling down hallways of truth, passing over the wicked players of discord in your relentless pursuit of clarity
It is there you find beaten, broken hearts akin to what you have known and seen
The last memories mold together the yesterdays that turned on you
Clasping hands you'll charge the rocky grade and mend within the Holy night
resting your head on a pillow of hope
~HTK 1999
Monday, June 8, 2009
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