(Part of a book on California Saints written in poetry and sonnets...) Surfin' San Onofre What had caused the noxious problems, Again...
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Durachio
Not enough trees in the world
To shade me from myself.
Not enough blindness
To shield me from my truth.
Not enough tears of joy
To cancel my equation.
Durachio.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Fragile
The acquaintance and progression of a talent
Takes many turns.
It must be nurtured by the self
As no one else really knows it is there.
If it waits to develop, it changes.
A swerve can dislocate; ideas and notations lost,
The dawn of each new day brings it’s own
Information to the soil of hidden dimensions.
The acquaintance and progression of a talent
Takes many turns.
It must be nurtured by the self
As no one else really knows it is there.
If it waits to develop, it changes.
A swerve can dislocate; ideas and notations lost,
The dawn of each new day brings it’s own
Information to the soil of hidden dimensions.