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Need

04 Tuesday Jan 2011

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This cold winter is warmed by your touch

Snowflakes surround me yet my skin is red from blush

Your scent carries on the wings of even the coldest breeze

Your kiss transforms the strongest of warriors to a beggar on his knees

Needing more of your breath to breathe

For the first time he understands this concept of need

Dependence on an entity that cannot be manifest from within

Like trying to explain evil to a man free from sin

Black white and gray is the world this winter wishes us to perceive

Yet buried beneath 10 feet of snow this seed believes it can grow to surpass all of the Earth’s trees if accompanied by your need

The Earth is cold

A man’s soul is not

But perhaps it is neglected

Explaining the phenomena of greatness within the unexpected

Love looming despite the burden of a winter’s blizzard

Life where you look for it last

Hope for the hopeless

Love for the loveless

A non-existent breed we give false-life to because we search for the one we need

Love is with us all

It is not always easy to see but that’s the tricky thing about greatness to be

Perfection would not be if it stood in plain sight before you and me

Love is the suffering we believe we cannot endure

Love is the disease that they tell us we cannot cure

It is in those who doubt the man you wish to be

So please, this winter, remain hopeful that you will find a reason to once again see, need, and believe.

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This Cold Winter

05 Tuesday Jan 2010

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I pulled you in, just in time to be apart
Distances shed light, on matters of the heart
I feel you close, when I fall asleep at night
But I miss your warmth, so far from sight
One countdown after another
I suppose life is about time had or lost
Happy to have had, happier to have once more
I await for you on a sandy beach, wont you come ashore?
It may be winter, with chill to the bone
But with you in my heart, I know not alone
I wait for you to once more, be in my arms
I squeeze you tight, the dark sky opens to shed light
On life worth living
Passion worth giving
A certain head to toe worth sinning
Give in to the temptation
Time’s always going to be a wastin’
Waste your time with me
Only the world left to see
Winter cold may make you old
But warmth from within is always a reason to believe.

Song of the day 1/21

21 Wednesday Jan 2009

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Matt Costa- Cold December

“Cold December”

I’ve been waiting, pacing along the halls ever since you left here
I’ve been cleaning, scrubbing the plates and weeding out the garden dear
I can’t fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you’d expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure

All the birds are heading down south but you’re staying up north you say
I’ve got jackets blankets and sheets, its going to be a cold december

It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldn’t see
I couldnt see

If only time could slow down, maybe I could come up
It’s such a cold december
It’s such a cold december
Its so cold

I cant fall asleep to your mystery slowly blowing from the shore
I have not failed to be what you’d expect of me
Swallowing glass just to stay pure

Summers come and summer has gone
Your christmas cards cant comfort me
You’ve found new friends and tied all the ends
It’s freezing in the loneliest winter

It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see
I couldnt see

If only time could slow down, then maybe I could come up
It’s such a cold december
It’s such a cold december
It’s so cold

“It could be warm you see, a statue next to me
Swimming away from the ice and snow
Could I have failed to see the signs in front of me
Warning and flashing symbols, subtle and simple I couldnt see”

Winter seems so much colder when you’re alone. There’s something appealing about the cold, when you can spend it in a warm bed together. If only I hadn’t missed such subtle signs- then I wouldn’t be trying to fall asleep with your mystery. The mystery of what could have been, the mystery of it perhaps being nothing at all. Very romantic notion- associates winter with being without you, must swim away from ice and snow, deep into the ocean to find where it is you’re blowing from.

How miserably cold this winter is.

Common Cold

07 Wednesday Jan 2009

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Hearty cough, how you wisp and you wheen
Sending vibrations all the way through my spleen
You hack, you persist, I fight, you resist
Nyquil, Dayquil, airborne and some unknowns
Drugs ever so prevalent in a Michiganders winter home
A good night’s sleep is all I ask
I’ll endure your daytime treachery, however long it will last
Tissue paper how you soothe my scratchy nose
Shivers here and there, like the wind blows
Light at the end of the tunnel, decent health in sight
Oh cold my cold, we’ll always have at least one more night
Unlike the chicken pox, we will continue to cross paths.
I dislike you more each time- but your wrath never too rash
Too hot, too cold, why won’t you ever choose?
Perhaps this your response, to far too many nights of booze
Each day goes by, I regain my health
Couldn’t get rid of you, even with the entire world’s wealth
Your persistence is admirable, though I still loathe you so
Your endurance impressive, won’t you disappear in a hole!
These are my final thoughts on the matter
If only on this work day I had a shot of whiskey to make you shatter.

Worn Windshield Wipers

17 Wednesday Dec 2008

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Slowly in zigzags my wheels trudge along

Worn wind shield wipers whining a song

Mist and ice, another winter’s night, my drive way just- out of sight

Not too much gas, or too sudden the brakes

If not careful around one of these windy turns, may end up in the lake

Fish-tail here, let her take ease back into control

Subtle movements, keeping it slow

1208, just around the corner

Darkness will reign, headlights will blur shining through snow

Only a half mile, like a tortoise to go

Look for Oakley Liquor and Deli,

A sign from the gods that you have arrived.

Make an immediate right, another  winter’s night drive you’ve survived.

Through this sliding glass door

22 Saturday Nov 2008

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Through this sliding glass door I look

I see a world white and weary

The water yet to freeze

Still vibrant and wind filled

The green grass has cooled and been covered

Snow and winter have fell upon us

Our boat is no longer  docked

Our firepit has ceased to burn

Yet still this view I love- still for this view I yearn

It reaches to me and assures everything will be alright

Even if it doesn’t seem to be near in sight

Just around the corner- it may not be easy- it may be difficult

Willing to embrace the struggle of this journey

Accompanied by this aeshetic embrace

Reminded comfort is not always paired with a face

Rather in but a single moment- a look– a stoke of a gentle breeze on a cool day

A shiver that asks you to ask yourself to step back- slow down- take another look

See in a different way

We have but out perception to interpret the view from the sliding glass doors of the world

I cannot perceive as another- but perhaps from another orgin

A shift in motivation if you will

Reprioritize the lens from which you gaze

Focus on what is in front of you- rather than that which is not

Appreciate it, value the essence of this place you have come to settle

No need to look down the road just yet

In this gaze- in this way- permit yourself to be set

Return to this sliding glass door

One day at a time

Perhaps each with a new view

Permit your self to be looking at the world-

Realizing in its beauty is you.

The Depth of Darkness

12 Wednesday Nov 2008

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cottagefeb05_0095Icy slick black Ice

Deep gray and white- thought provoking

Remember the life you didn’t save

the Breath- you had to take

Like pins and needles, exactly how it’s described

One of the few times I’ve felt death- yet was still alive

I approached from the neighbors yard

Curious really of nothing at all

I heard her scream, the ice collapsing like a great wall

She disappeared from the horizon- nowhere to be seen

Amidst my disbelief, I sprinted to her relief

Or at least that was my intention

Down the hill I trudged

Heavily one boot at a time

It could have been an eternity, now it has become mine

Gasping for life and air- her arms flailing- screams muffled by hair

She couldn’t have known I was coming

By only chance had I seen her fall

I reached the ice and lightened my pace

I slid headfirst the ice bore my girth

My impact sent echo- reaching solid earth

Once more she did shout

She fell from my sight, it would be my only hope

I was her only hope

A hope she did not know

A hope- her fate I’d sow

From my feet I leaped

Held my breath

Cold water surrounded my soul

I saw her reach from 6 feet under

I swam I shook- how often I wonder

If I could have held on a moment longer

Reached just a foot further

Felt her near frozen dying hands

Been her savior bringing her back to solid land

But with one last effort I reached I failed

I panicked- I gave up- my selfishness prevailed

I sought air- continued life

Such a young girl- fading from sight

The depths of the darkness consumed her on that cold early December night

The lake freshly frozen

Eager to be trampled

Inviting for the young

Another lost soul- my despair had only just begun

Each night I see her face, as it slips away

Each night I hate myself- for not going down with her that day.

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