Friday, November 30, 2012

Kushkush Wonderwood.




Back in the Atmosphere


She acts like summer.
And walks like rain.


She listens like Spring.
And talks like June.


Did you fall for a shooting star?


Told a story about a man
who is too afraid to fly so
he never did land.





Hear That?


It's the sound of the lost gone found.


It's the sound of the mute gone loud.


Kiss.
With a mouth of shooting stars.


Of lost and broken hearts.


Unafraid you can name your scars,
With a touch of a new heart.

Outlandish Adventure


"At any time in history, gazillions of lives are being lived simultaneously.
In Zimbabwe, Thailand, and Borneo, 
in the poorest hovel and the richest palace,
in the sky and on the moon,
the lives of ants,
plants,
gorillas,
and people are going on.
But we are generally fixated on that 
infinitesimal thing in the scope of the universe,
ourselves.


"Liberty clutched him tightly.
'You played a part in my destiny. 
And maybe I played a part in yours.'


"That was how things worked,
she was beginning to realize.
Destiny wasn't something you accomplished
by yourself."