Thin on whispers

In the time of those few words

Listen hard to what you hear

In the time to stop your heart

Listen hard to those you fear

Hearts that stop

With words that beat

A life that's lost

Of prospects heat

Time that waits

For songs to seek

Such turns that cost

Our souls of speech

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Indemnify; you are past

How much love still lingers

That I smile and the singer

Plays photoshop with my fingers

As on your eyes to bring...

I lie to myself, spy on

The laughter, the joy that wins

My heart and mind

Care to be kind, heavenly resigned

At an untouchable distance

Where I define this love; as that love

Before attempts at rekindling

Singled out faults and restraints

Pains that have turned to play

Feigned on occasion not to stay

Yet way too strong, to go along

With my superficial malignity

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here

Smoke &

Some people sleep

Some people are alone

Some hold hands

& have their pictures taken 

By friends with mobile phones

These are not deep thoughts

For as he poked fun

Her smile at once turned to stone

These are slight reliefs, & as such

They carry my now familiar drone

This place, a fairly regular keep

The leap of faith peeps

From poetry to surrealist art

A neap tide to set aside 

All ideas of an infinite space

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Couplets

A cold breeze

Blows over my sweaty body

Is this the time

To write of philosophy

Should one always

Cling on to love

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The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
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Over and Out

Pour in on oneself

Pour out of oneself

Good wine, fine music

Poetry of the instants

As if a sickness

A relief

Fed over the body

Fed through the mind

As one day I might say it

Say it with such ease

That neither I nor you

Would know it

from the collection
The Curved Ball of an Artists Model
Love Encouraged By the Breakout
Available from itunes by clicking here