http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi? http://www.eblah.com en http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1266082858/ http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1266082858/#num1 The grass grows.  The grass grows.
When I run, I imagine my feet are lightly toeing over pools of water - waterbugs in midsummer.  I am weightless and free.  I leave trails of perfect circles behind me.  My feet are mud and root and the swift hare that passes over them.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, I feel wrapped in a bright blue sky on a breezy spring day.  A warm golden sun kisses every inch of my face.  The playful puffball clouds bounce around my neck and ears giggling as they chase tag with the sun.  I smile and return my own light to them.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, my heart is filled with a dark navy sky.  Stars like pinpricks dot my visions - both random and meaningful.  The moon hangs low and large.  Her yellow face stares into me making me want to divert my eyes.  I wonder what she is staring at so intently.  I wonder if she loves me.
Sometimes, when I sit alone quietly, I feel the breath of God breathing through me.  I feel my golden heart - a chiming churchbell.  I see bright visions of angels surround me.  In those sacred moments, what can I do but weep?
Sometimes, when I sit in silence, alone, I become the man I really ought to have been all along.]]> Sat, 13 Feb 2010 12:40:58 danielml http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1260634050/ http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1260634050/#num1 A million sparkling curves and lines,
Rush by my wondering eyes.

An early morning glow - diffuse through amber clouds,
My thoughts - streams in white,
And whisper sounds.

I am snow
and wind
and a white winter wolf,
I am the sturdy flexible trees
holding the weight
of wet flakes
I am the glowing,
howling
sky
I am the space above
the blanket
clouds
(blue and white
and full of bright
golden light)
I am the moon
and sun
and the guiding
shining
stars above.

And, I am alone -
riding steadily on the #15 bus,
its groans and grumbles form an earthen base
to thoughts that
float
and
f l u t t e r
and stop

traffic,

and s         l              i              p
a
nd
s
    l
        i
            d
                    e....

and crystallize.


My thoughts are full of ice and snow,
Warm winter boots and mittens and hats and coats and layers and layers
of heat and blood and burn and bruise and bite.
The snow changes me.
I adapt and grow.
I alter my morning ritual.
I think and prepare and remember and predict.
Snapped into now,
alert,
to icy pins on my face.
All. All. All. All. All. All. All.
Nature declares the Glories of the Lord.]]> Sat, 12 Dec 2009 11:07:30 danielml http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1259753240/ http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1259753240/#num1 ):

Keep on moving forward.
The world's not waiting for you
You've gotta reach out and catch it if you can.

Never be untoward
or they'll never listen to you
speak truth with grace whenever you can.]]> Wed, 2 Dec 2009 06:27:20 danielml http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1259255529/ http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1259255529/#num1
I will record and video this song once I have my equipment with me.  

To My Brave Eskimo Brother

Michelle is like the snow
beautiful but cold
the longer you're exposed, the more you're numb
She'll drown the fires you start
and undermine your heart
leave black spots on your fingers, toes and thumbs.

You'll be turning blue
by the time she's through
crystallizing all of your warm parts
So my advice to you:
wear parkas and warm boots,
layering's the key to winter arts.

And find a place - a warm place that's yours alone.
Don't let her in, or she'll freeze you to the bone.

So, good luck my friend,
in your winter without end,
I know skiing and tobogganing are fun.
And if you play it smart,
with long johns and a scarf,
you can pretend like you remember summer sun.]]> Thu, 26 Nov 2009 12:12:09 danielml http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1255461547/ http://danielml.com/cgi-bin/Blah/Blah.cgi?m-1255461547/#num1 Convincing Myself
or Talking Myself Out Of Chatting With The Pretty Girls At The Wealthy Street Bakery (http://www.wealthystreetbakery.com/)

Warmth.
It's the warmth of a woman I miss.
A smile across a dinner table.
A gentle caress while chatting down the street.
Hair that covers my face as we spoon,
an arm under her head
a gentle hand on her breast.
Quiet and easy.
A restful night's sleep.

These days my nerves are raw.
An unsheathed sword,
Exposed copper wiring,
Corroded pennies,
The sound of chalkboard nails.
Naked to the elements of emotion.
Stripped apart from
flexible
protective
breasts
arms
hair
eyes.

But, that's all I miss.

Put on a sweater.
Take a hot shower.
Buy a massage.

You don't need her.

]]> Tue, 13 Oct 2009 15:19:07 danielml