Daily Keemo. 3.30.11. Facing Morning I Find Nothing

Facing Morning I Find Nothing

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There are late nights
when I find myself
walking the sidewalks and
there is no poem or paint to
be found there
but
only the visible exhale of
a person momentarily lost
in it all.

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Daily Keemo. 3.15 In His Eyes And He Talked

In His Eyes And He Talked
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The Story

There words are nothing more than just that. Words. There is no music in the air tonight. Only the sound of these keystrokes on this paper and the dog scratching on the floor by my feet and papers rustling as she goes through a drawer looking for something. I am looking for something but it is not found in the drawer. I know because I have already looked in there.

There is still only the sound of these keys and nothing more.

I think of the man in the wheelchair who asked us to get the cup out of his wheel and he had to be cold going around the city in just a t-shirt. You could see the drink in his eyes as he talked to us. As I think of him I am certain that he has forgotten about me and the cup and the cold and the talk and it all.

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Daily Keemo. 3.14.11 162 Eyes And Still Only A Fraction Of The Ways To See

162 Eyes And Still Only A Fraction Of The Ways To See

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The next painting from the "ways to see" series. No story with this one because I think the painting and title say it all.

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Daily Keemo. 3.11.11 Taking Up Roots

Taking Up Roots

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This is one of those that I don’t think a story is really necessary. I think this one does a good job on it’s own.

Daily Keemo. 3.9.11 There Are Words And These Are Not His

There Are Words And These Are Not His

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There is a man and
this is his portrait and
there are words and
these are
not his.

It is late and
in daydream
I see his face and
wonder where
he went and
what world he travels in and
I bet the hole in his
heart is much bigger than it is in mine and
this is his portrait and
these words are
not his.

Daily Keemo. 3.6 There Are Days

There Are Days
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The Story

There are days
that I want to be more than
I am
and
at the end
of those days
I never feel good
about
wanting such things.

There are days
that I want to open up
the top of my head
and peer down in there
and see if
there are answers
to my questions.

There are days
that I simply
am
and everything is in
balance and it
is these days that
make the others
days
just memories.

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