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'sometimes'* timothy r gates, 3/12/2009

sometimes
i laugh aloud
sometimes
i don't
sometimes
i do within
sometimes
i wished that i could, would
sometimes
i pray for love
sometimes
i shake my fist at such notions
sometimes
i have no tears
sometimes
i wished this was true
sometimes
i feel another's heat
then i awake

*brief, quick, written and walked away from. for now

From: Timothy
Date: Jan 16, 2008 4:50 PM

'daily' timothy r gates, 3/10/2009 (reworked)
daily,
i fall in love with those that i already love
daily,
i trip over what has never moved
daily,
i sing songs already in my head
daily,
i dance, sometimes even skip, and in public
daily,
i give thanks for those that remind me of these daily things
daily,
i love the darkness, knowing that it always opens the door to lightness
daily,
i love to see the sun set, the moon rise, both needing each other
daily,
i speak of beauty
daily,
dante's purgatorial flames from beatrice opens my heart
daily,
dostoesvky's gentile creature reminds me of irony's truest beauty
daily,
i say, damn loveliness
daily,
i remind myself to say, 'thank you.'
daily,
i am in the day
daily,
i do forget, i pray, only daily
daily,
i fall in love with those that i already loved, and love to love

'propitious' timothy r gates, 8/29/2008

asleep
day watch
attuned
not assuaged, often
propitious
gods weep
people cry
i've seen gorillas do the same
elephants too
never my dogs,
or, my cats
though, others'
i've seen do the same, yes
shed tears
asleep
awake
attuned
holding a heart
rose
thorns plucked
stems thrown aside
scarlet drops flow
her eyes true
her frame in b&w
i'm not alone,
knowing this song
the hurt
the pain
the pleasure
propitious
red diamonds
from her doe eyes
i catch them
pigment for my canvass
repose
blessed
...a rose is a rose