Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Where the air is clear...



May 25 Sea Point Beach Kittery, Maine. i'm here as often as i can and thank you to my beautiful, crazy, amazing friends who make it possible for me. the day was perfect and if you're reading this then you may have a clue why... like the singer said, "it's here where the air is clear, where far off things can be quite near..."

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ohh Markie its all about the love...of others, ones self and then of all that is beautiful. It was absolutely beautiful because you were there.

Anonymous said...

lets do it again! and again and again..or something else again. Field Trip!!

Anonymous said...

the air is . up here. bloodline. fetching sharp shells. adam. still in your room. under your bed. racing zz top paper routed frigid bus heater...poker....
doesn't take a moment to bury it ..next to folded linens.
chance
perceprtual
movements
ahhh coffee cup
ahh got fld up
time and place
just my fate
. intention invention?
friends are family
friends are family
the air aint near clear
not when not when
dissapear

Anonymous said...

no poor me.
control
since a bay-bee

up high.
no doubt can be
I get ya

who else could it be
times are hard
gets me through

unconditional love
follows me

control
sees them all

objects vanish
in my walls
happenings
of logic
don't hear the call

must b a reason
a key fell
u saw a cup
damned me to hell

awareness be
to others I see
I feel ur cation
let it be

ill not be blocked.
from what entitled be.
truth
be
said
or out the way

help urself to it all

Anonymous said...

"for the poet
is a light +
winged

and

holy thing
and
there is no

invention
in him until
he has been inspired

and

is out
of his
senses

and

the mind is
no longer in
him

when he has not
attained
to this state

he is
powerless
and unable to utter his oracles"


"the way that can
be spoken of
is

not the constant way"



***

Anonymous said...

new rhyme
in time try
it stop on
a diametric scale

i'm dying to
know i'm dead
i've been dead before
i think

i know i think
but it's not here or
after or before
just still in the stillness

time and matter
bring forgiveness
memory is the veil
over a frail illusion

only the fool can
dance past the void