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		<title>It&#8217;s Not So Absurd</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:20:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tell me why the autumn air Tries to pin me down Get in my bones And make me As cold as it Doesn’t it know That I’ve got a love She burns deep from my marrow You can’t stop that fire Once it’s lit Better learn quick The way she warms me Is a secret [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tell me why the autumn air<br />
Tries to pin me down<br />
Get in my bones<br />
And make me<br />
As cold as it</p>
<p>Doesn’t it know<br />
That I’ve got a love<br />
She burns deep from my marrow<br />
You can’t stop that fire<br />
Once it’s lit</p>
<p>Better learn quick<br />
The way she warms me<br />
Is a secret<br />
That’s never been told<br />
With spoken words</p>
<p>Her arms wrap me<br />
Like they were made to do so<br />
One made for another<br />
Now when I think of it<br />
It’s not so absurd</p>
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		<title>Catching</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 16:12:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>erik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[breath after moments looks from eyes feelings on you now I know it’s true meaning fall if you may fall if you might fall your hardest I say! the catch is well underway leaning forward after anticipation backward from embrace into on kiss now there’s no stopping this cleaning past from the mind past from [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>breath after moments<br />
looks from eyes<br />
feelings on you<br />
now I know it’s true</p>
<p>meaning</p>
<p>fall if you may<br />
fall if you might<br />
fall your hardest I say!<br />
the catch is well underway</p>
<p>leaning</p>
<p>forward after anticipation<br />
backward from embrace<br />
into on kiss<br />
now there’s no stopping this</p>
<p>cleaning</p>
<p>past from the mind<br />
past from passing<br />
past is so behind<br />
break the button labeled rewind</p>
<p>arms open for the catch<br />
the most beautiful girl<br />
my dame, my Match</p>
<p>like bouquets of crimson and clover<br />
i’ll catch you, my love<br />
over and over</p>
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		<title>Just Be</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:16:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>erik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[My success defined As heartbeat fast or slow Lower my ear to your chest It’s not the only way to know Exquisite opposing forces Thinnest wire on balanced knee Hold on neither loose nor tight The compass pointing to “just be” Tear drops and a nervous swell Which one is seen on the outside Little [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My success defined<br />
As heartbeat fast or slow<br />
Lower my ear to your chest<br />
It’s not the only way to know</p>
<p>Exquisite opposing forces<br />
Thinnest wire on balanced knee<br />
Hold on neither loose nor tight<br />
The compass pointing to “just be”</p>
<p>Tear drops and a nervous swell<br />
Which one is seen on the outside<br />
Little mental natural disasters<br />
Can be survived when we are beside</p>
<p>Just let me be<br />
Just be<br />
In the presence of you<br />
In the presence of me</p>
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		<title>The First Sight Ever Seen</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 16:17:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This evening Playing the part of past Will be a lake Depthless and vast Calm and dark The surface, glassy smooth Ripples only form If you step back in and move I sit alone Gently on dewy hillside A view of it all Spot cleared for my equal beside In the role of future The [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This evening<br />
Playing the part of past<br />
Will be a lake<br />
Depthless and vast</p>
<p>Calm and dark<br />
The surface, glassy smooth<br />
Ripples only form<br />
If you step back in and move</p>
<p>I sit alone<br />
Gently on dewy hillside<br />
A view of it all<br />
Spot cleared for my equal beside</p>
<p>In the role of future<br />
The up and coming brilliant sky<br />
Infinitely wide<br />
And twice as big measured high</p>
<p>One can’t predict<br />
How this play will unfold<br />
When witnessed live<br />
It’s a unique site to behold</p>
<p>See the stage<br />
Flat and even horizon line<br />
It is the present<br />
The place where your eyes meet mine</p>
<p>Walking toward me<br />
Moonlight showing the way<br />
Curves upon curve<br />
Summer dress, tempo’d sway</p>
<p>I rise to greet<br />
Reach for your hand to grasp<br />
Share a warm embrace<br />
The two of us forming a clasp</p>
<p>Still holding<br />
I lower you to the ground<br />
Alone feels so long<br />
Until the day that you’re found</p>
<p>As we lie<br />
Side by side, backs to the grass<br />
The play goes on<br />
Time can’t be the only thing that lasts</p>
<p>Drifting to sleep<br />
Ghosts from our beds now rise<br />
Marching in twos<br />
Matched even, forward facing eyes</p>
<p>Down the hillside<br />
The cadence created from<br />
Clicking bone heels<br />
What we were, not what we’ve become</p>
<p>Behind follows<br />
From the closet, skeletons pair<br />
Free from our thoughts<br />
They dance so free, not a care</p>
<p>Line formed<br />
This past parade marches on<br />
Down to the lake<br />
The final rest before dawn</p>
<p>Not a single drop<br />
Of water is displaced<br />
They enter together<br />
With an air of dignified grace</p>
<p>The sun rises<br />
Marking the start of the next scene<br />
Our eyes slowly open<br />
Like the first sight ever seen</p>
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		<title>The Beautiful Struggle</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 16:20:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>erik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[binds, bars, and breaks become bows, bridges, and bandages making me think i can handle this pain is placed neatly on shelves of a safe with no combination in the back of the basement close the door for forever plus more we take the stairs to an escalator or two then the elevator up a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>binds, bars, and breaks<br />
become<br />
bows, bridges, and bandages<br />
making me think<br />
i can handle this</p>
<p>pain is placed neatly on shelves<br />
of a safe with no combination<br />
in the back of the basement<br />
close the door for<br />
forever plus more</p>
<p>we take the stairs to<br />
an escalator or two<br />
then the elevator up a few<br />
floors above heaven<br />
what a view<br />
air so crisp<br />
it’s like it’s brand new<br />
and now we are falling, in lieu<br />
of a love everlasting and true<br />
let us continue</p>
<p>will you</p>
<p>shall we</p>
<p>transcend in the mental<br />
and physical sense<br />
Buddhists call it nirvana<br />
this love religion gives up past for lent<br />
lease to buy, not rent<br />
arrows stick and bleed roses<br />
shot from a bow that’s bent<br />
pulled back with the strength of respect<br />
held by the hands of care<br />
aimed by hope and belief<br />
this is what Shakespeare meant</p>
<p>creating moments of good daily<br />
trying to square up with the bad<br />
fuck that<br />
i’m an odds man<br />
i say 100 to 1 we can<br />
outnumber, outduel, out love<br />
olive branches and dove<br />
be at peace<br />
lead by example for my nieces<br />
protect from harm my nephew<br />
lessons for him, I have a slew<br />
maybe you do too</p>
<p>we’re gonna rise<br />
with our upward looking eyes<br />
if dreams can be thought<br />
then they are real<br />
it takes work to give them feel<br />
so you can grasp<br />
that’s the deal<br />
fair exchange<br />
for priorities arranged</p>
<p>of those to whom<br />
much is given<br />
much is expected<br />
from us<br />
this will be respected</p>
<p>sometimes it’s a struggle, beautiful</p>
<p>you make the struggle beautiful</p>
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		<title>The Lighthouse</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:27:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>erik</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You are so weary Rowing for what seems like years In your little wooden boat with its two wooden oars So many storms and rough seas encountered Your bow raises up and pierces through Beating sun and chilling moon You row and row with an iron will A breath and a dream inside you You [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are so weary<br />
Rowing for what seems like years<br />
In your little wooden boat with its two wooden oars<br />
So many storms and rough seas encountered<br />
Your bow raises up and pierces through</p>
<p>Beating sun and chilling moon<br />
You row and row with an iron will<br />
A breath and a dream inside you<br />
You reach a point of tire and yank back on the oars once more<br />
Slicing through liquid<br />
Blood pumps through your strong shoulders like gasoline on fire</p>
<p>Belief and hope your only guiding stars<br />
When something is gone long enough<br />
It’s hard to believe it existed in the first place<br />
Looking to the starboard, port, stern, and bow, nothing<br />
Reality becoming nothing<br />
Nothing becoming reality</p>
<p>Sore eyes close gently<br />
A warm blanket for eyes and soul<br />
Self provided comfort<br />
The first love is the love of one’s self<br />
The flint</p>
<p>A light travels fast and shines hard<br />
We were designed with opaque lids<br />
It forces its way through the cells<br />
Grabbing and pulling its way through<br />
Tender knock on the retina door<br />
Hello</p>
<p>The chamber door opens up<br />
Am I dreaming? Are you?<br />
Land is the ocean’s mirage</p>
<p>My light circles back around once again<br />
Beaming out to you<br />
Carrying with it a message each time it makes a round<br />
…<br />
I’m going to be here for you<br />
…<br />
I’m going to protect you<br />
…<br />
I’m going to take care of you</p>
<p>Just come to me<br />
Just get here<br />
Even if you crash into me<br />
Please, just make it to me</p>
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		<title>There&#8217;s No Place</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 16:28:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i’ll give you some hours of my days to shorten the time until I see you again to lengthen your time with loved ones go back gently to the place you come from there’s no place like home remember gently the place we come from there’s no place like the place where love is born [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i’ll give you some hours of my days<br />
to shorten the time until I see you again<br />
to lengthen your time with loved ones</p>
<p>go back gently to the place you come from<br />
there’s no place like home<br />
remember gently the place we come from<br />
there’s no place like the place where love is born</p>
<p>your laughter is the soundtrack<br />
to a movie about happiness<br />
and i am auditioning for the lead role<br />
the only time without stage fright</p>
<p>fistfuls of love and emotion<br />
i’ll shove into cellular waves<br />
to gently lap against your heart<br />
timed the same as its beat</p>
<p>hold on and travel well<br />
journeys within a journey<br />
we can make it last<br />
confidence steadfast</p>
<p>no matter where you go<br />
you are never far from<br />
my heart</p>
<p>follow the road of tenderness<br />
get back to me<br />
get back to us<br />
for our love waits</p>
<p>enduringly</p>
<p>patiently</p>
<p>eternally</p>
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		<title>This is Autumn and you will Fall</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 16:46:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The trees assume a melancholic stance, staring to the ground at their lost leaves like the new kid in school between class bells. Darkness falls early and slow, the sleepy eyes of a baby that I can’t help but wonder who the mother is. This is Autumn and no matter the hold you have on [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The trees assume a melancholic stance, staring to the ground at their lost leaves like the new kid in school between class bells.</p>
<p>Darkness falls early and slow, the sleepy eyes of a baby that I can’t help but wonder who the mother is.</p>
<p>This is Autumn and no matter the hold you have on your emotional bearings, it’s tough enough to tilt you on that equilibrium.</p>
<p>This is Autumn and you will Fall.</p>
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		<title>These Itchy Fingers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 17:05:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Will soon produce words that scratch.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Will soon produce words that scratch.</p>
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