11/20/06
for the late Dr. Nät “Kyle” Brēmcïd, PhD.
It’s the reflection-literal in the city bank’s revolving glass door.
It’s a gesture and comment too recognizable;
An instance of un-owned memory and known.
Observe, undisturbed the catastrophe, within the déjà vu expected.
Familiar eyes, class, style & individuality that re-traces deep scores;
A confirmation that it’s truth.
-huey
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
"Big & Little"
for Mr. Small
11/15/06
memories of what was said, what was done at the time ...
today, i learned from them or, taught myself something ...
life's "template of cause" fell around us again
and caught few enough friends to hoola-hoop effect
the others attention enough to care
what Big did when it was little, it can tell in parallel
to Little decisions
time, place .. places change everything for Doing
Decisions reign the same ..
They have to be made.
-huey
11/15/06
memories of what was said, what was done at the time ...
today, i learned from them or, taught myself something ...
life's "template of cause" fell around us again
and caught few enough friends to hoola-hoop effect
the others attention enough to care
what Big did when it was little, it can tell in parallel
to Little decisions
time, place .. places change everything for Doing
Decisions reign the same ..
They have to be made.
-huey
Monday, November 6, 2006
"Sleeping Gentle"
11/06/06
your soul does seek what your closed eyes cast back upon your face,
trained only a disciplined soul can possess this peace for which you seek.
your fingers may wipe but never open your eyes in the comfort of ultimate answers;
where you so want to be.
dreams bare a slow margin of time inherent to want determined, patience sought,
effort exhausted in every way in successive truths;
or returned mundane.
your chemicals rule the fear between your retina and reflective mirrors,
though your soul crouches behind closed eyes.
-huey
your soul does seek what your closed eyes cast back upon your face,
trained only a disciplined soul can possess this peace for which you seek.
your fingers may wipe but never open your eyes in the comfort of ultimate answers;
where you so want to be.
dreams bare a slow margin of time inherent to want determined, patience sought,
effort exhausted in every way in successive truths;
or returned mundane.
your chemicals rule the fear between your retina and reflective mirrors,
though your soul crouches behind closed eyes.
-huey
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