tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51149720582263260492012-02-15T22:37:28.155-08:00sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-54120722023537625812008-11-18T12:50:00.000-08:002008-11-18T12:51:36.998-08:00Silence stills those words broken<br />Memory’s shadow on green fields spoken<br />A name, a number something written<br />It was you doing the pitching<br />On fields of dust, of grass and clover<br />What to give to live it over<br />Pity time it cannot stop<br />Precious dreams, this one thought<br />If there’s a god, he must know<br />Within my soul you will grow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-5412072202353762581?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-87783629035224723922008-10-05T08:06:00.001-07:002009-02-02T12:58:59.730-08:00Dead end?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-8778362903522472392?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-84692317505070204752008-05-16T11:32:00.000-07:002009-02-02T13:01:32.971-08:00... and the fading vapor zippered the sky shut.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-8469231750507020475?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-61629033821415661052008-05-10T08:35:00.000-07:002008-05-11T06:58:47.071-07:00everywhere you look tiny skybox people<br />faces no bigger than a dime<br />wondering what they're thinking about<br />in their tiny, skybox kinds of minds<br />skybox eyes, skybox lips smaller than a dot<br />images of life condensed and squeezed<br />in a space no larger than a thought<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-6162903382141566105?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-77615453292092538432008-05-09T11:38:00.000-07:002008-05-09T11:46:29.223-07:00hello, nothing much to say<br />how's it going out your way<br />got your note the other day<br />saying, you might pass this way<br />I'll be home<br />by the phone<br />wondering,<br />please come home<br /><br />thinking where you were at nights<br />amber haze 'neath street lights<br />foggy vision, cloudy mind<br />hole in me words can't define<br />no one home<br />by the phone<br />wondering,<br />you alone?<br /><br />heard you finally settled down<br />got both feet back on the ground<br />was it worth the look around<br />thanks, I need hearing the sound<br />of your voice<br />still your choice<br />wondering,<br />blue eyes moist<br /><br />leaving left a mark on me<br />but not very plain to see<br />buried by reality<br />was hope, even certainty<br />no one home<br />by the phone<br />wondering,<br />please come home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-7761545329209253843?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-27310610342561701832008-05-09T10:53:00.000-07:002008-05-09T11:02:34.580-07:00never been to Mexico<br />never seen Idaho<br />never reached for the sky<br />never even wondered why<br /><br />my two feet upon the ground<br />spending days looking down<br />only thing I define<br />your shadow next to mine<br /><br /> and the only words I need to know<br /> are those three carved long ago<br /> when the day is gone<br /> and the lights turned out<br /> I will know what life's about<br /><br />when November rolls around<br />when the snow is on the ground<br />when your footprints drift my way<br />you will bring a sunny day<br /><br />as my thoughts begin to fade<br />and my passion turns to gray<br />everything I've ever known<br />came from you alone<br /><br /> and the only words I need to know<br /> are those three carved long ago<br /> when the day is gone<br /> and the lights turned out<br /> I will know what life's about<br /><br />never been to Mexico<br />never seen Idaho<br />never reached for the sky<br />never even wondered why<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-2731061034256170183?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-48124144346528324562008-05-05T05:32:00.000-07:002008-05-05T17:56:51.312-07:00filling the house with noise<br />cramming the space you left<br />switching off on lights<br />creeping shadows of theft<br />picturing friends, only a few<br />thinking of time<br />when time needed you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-4812414434652832456?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-68868354322625108002008-05-04T07:21:00.000-07:002008-11-18T12:53:19.698-08:00stolen youth, the ages mourn<br />sons, daughters of mothers born<br />hushed, silent those granite lanes<br />chiseled letters, a borrowed name<br />taps trumpets dirge proclaims<br />earth's green hills to reclaim<br />all good things from where they came<br />all good things from where they came<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-6886835432262510800?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-39185979884149220552008-05-04T07:13:00.000-07:002008-05-05T07:11:04.132-07:00her face catches a wave of light<br />in Overflow<br /><br />day dream, night shadow on a bed<br />in Overflow<br /><br />his love brushed her soul, asleep<br />in Overflow<br /><br />green coat, in the doorway, in the orchard<br />in Overflow<br /><br />and he painted to end<br />so the end could go on<br />and he called it<br />Overflow<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-3918597988414922055?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-42827476294595261232008-05-04T06:58:00.000-07:002008-05-04T07:01:06.439-07:00kindest words said silence spoken<br />halting verbs, nouns, brown eyes broken<br />grab him, grab him, grab him I say<br />wake him, shake him, wake him who lays<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-4282747629459526123?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114972058226326049.post-43587932854628412532008-05-03T16:28:00.000-07:002008-05-04T06:56:14.994-07:00shadows left behind<br />a fingerprint on time<br />stay to tell us what<br />it was you knew<br />in that photo long ago<br /><br />a stolen image of you<br />a side view<br />cigarette dangling<br />smoke hanging<br />a silhouette<br />in an empty room<br /><br />a black and white moment<br />another view<br />silence frozen<br />you were chosen<br />no questions<br />no judgments made<br /><br />time blinked and put you there<br />in shades of haze<br />a soft texture<br />a complex mixture<br />of private thoughts<br />and colors within<br /><br />an outside glimpse of an<br />inward look<br />no light escapes<br />photos fades<br />of memories made<br />one exposure<br />a shadow and you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114972058226326049-4358793285462841253?l=samm-astolenimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149693597958241666noreply@blogger.com0