Saturday, February 27, 2010


rolling on the mossy landscape
wide spaces... endless stretch.

what will stop me?
what will stop this motion

of words born for a space
void, and dark....

darkness was the light, its own language
unique, defying senses---

I lie here. I feel everything. I sense them.
and as the senses inebriate with the beauty of mating

i see myself in you. frail in my power
weak in my conquest.


Anonymous said...

This is a great piece! Worth reading and re-reading!
Keep it up!
Shey Berinyuy


Thanks Woo Landen... I want to read you more.

Sheila Deeth said...

Interesting poem. I find myself imagining the countryside and watching life

welcome to the WORLD OF HAVEN VALLEY

I am not a cut different from the ordinary human who walks the street. But in my journey, I strive to understand the music that surges from the wide worlds within every individual, that which makes him/her that fragile and sacred at the same time. I have found myself sometimes looking at someone farting with thumps-up as though goading him on to sanity. Seemingly meaningless things have been things that have communicated sense to me especially during louring hours. That is what this journal is. I offer these thoughts to the world with wonted pleasure and gratitude to all that awakens the human in me.

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