March 7, 2007 by Savvyology.

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January 30, 2007 by Savvyology.

Watching them decay-
The sun demands its flesh tax
Paid by living souls

Like solemn tree ghosts
They stand veiled in cloying mist
Haunting the valley

Of thirst and feasting
One sent her more than others
He was not for her

If I keep secrets
Will you lay open your soul
Let me trace the scars?

I would cross oceans
If starfish were stepping stones
Just to say hello

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January 30, 2007 by Savvyology.

Hungering for redemption
Under a black California sky
Crammed in the back seat
Of his faded red Ghia
Tangled like rubber bands
Shoved in a junk drawer
Feasting on lips and limbs
In the shadow of Diablo
Listening for the sound
Of tires eating gravel

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January 26, 2007 by Savvyology.

You can be my muse
If you promise
Not to write me love poems,
Send pretty scentless flowers,
Or chocolates that have bloomed.

It’s your words I want
Wrapped around me
Like bright razor ribbons
Cutting deep into my soul.

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January 26, 2007 by Savvyology.

I’d pen a love poem
But it’s all been said before
I’ll -show- you instead
Framed and matted
On the wall of my existence
We’ll have wine and cheese
Toast the trials passed
And those yet to come
Catch them in a jar
Like fireflies
To light our way

Reply:

I’d gladly hang for you
Just a length of wire
From a bent nail
Let them watch
As I recite silence
No words, just shapes
You can sell tickets
Two for one
Half price past noon

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January 2, 2007 by Savvyology.

should have learned to yell,
to stomp and scream like some do
maybe then they’d hear

fooled myself again-
thought I was safe, beyond hurt
someone found a way

compassion, a gift
residing true within some
while others pretend

money, like a taint
bitter taste upon my tongue
I’ll not be consumed

struggle to do right-
plodding forward inch by inch
easy’s not for us

tears flow through my pen,
pain pushed across this blank page-
write instead of cry

B.Y. Penman 2006

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January 2, 2007 by Savvyology.

do you see him there?
they don’t know he’s amazing
watch him read their lips

webcam chat sessions
see the moving lips and smiles
no more tiring phone

listen to him read-
he fooled us when he was small
we thought he could hear

no hearing aids in
normal banter back and forth
just familiar lips

on stage tomorrow
he’ll dance and sing out of tune
hands will clap, lips smile

B.Y. Penman 2006

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January 2, 2007 by Savvyology.

there, today’s life dust-
little bits of you and me
drifting on the breeze

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January 2, 2007 by Savvyology.

True wanderers know
not where their feet will stray on
travels of the heart.

I’d embrace this heat
if I had snow-capped mountains
to cool these tired eyes.

B.Y. Penman 2006

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