October 31, 2009

Fall is coming.
Geese are honking
the leaves are falling
cold wind blows.

Fall is here.
Trees are bare
frost nips at the air
hinting at more to come.

Winter is coming.

Unknown Date, Unfinished Poem

The pressure I feel
(thoughts of you)
How do
I choose
my path
When I am not in control
of the decisions
you make?
Seeing

April 22, 2003

The wind blows
leaves dance
The birds chirp
and the sun shines
Outside
my window

Words of Advice

Don't think about writing or you will write with preconceptions that hide your true feelings. Like thinking about love wastes the love away and locks it into a little box. Things in locked boxes do not move... Do not grow. They stay the same... stagnant... things that do not grow... they die.

Write with the heart or you will only project the mask... And you will only begin to confuse the mask with what is in the heart... The mask will face inward. Writing can bring legitimacy to false notions... Do not fool yourself. Instead write like falling rain changing with the winds... but made in the turbulent beauty of high clouds.



This was written by a very dear friend, Q; It's hand written on a piece of paper that is taped inside a special notebook.