"Let the beautiful stuff out"

    To say that I'm out of touch with the of-the-moment happenings of the world is a huge understatement. I don't read the news (which I realize is terrible...no sarcasm intended), I don't use the social media, and I dont watch TV. So for me to just now find out that Ray Bradbury, one of my favorite authors, has been dead for three days shouldn't surprise me, and yet it does. People with a mind like Bradbury's don't inhabit this world in spades and it makes me sad to think that he's gone.

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6/26/11

Meaning
is what they all strive for
So what am I
supposed to do
when all my words
seem meaningless to you?

What if my clouds
resemble death
when they were meant to bring life?

Will you search for me
in every line?
Or must I be lost
as you so desperately search
the corners of my life
for meaning?