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In Memory of Aurora 06/20/2009 - 06/27/2012

posted Jun 27, 2012, 3:53 PM by Aaron Myles Landwehr

Rest little one…
rest… 
In memory…
of the speckled ivory wings tucked around your azure plums…
and the tiny…
little inky…
dark and wildly deep eyes…
set atop your worn yellowed beak… 
All as if our hearts and souls became your wings and took hold of the cerulean…
stirring the tears from the clouds…
so may we weep…
in memory…
and love…
forever…
We will keep…

-Joshua Landwehr 

Handing a man his wallet

posted May 4, 2012, 6:30 AM by Aaron Myles Landwehr

And these little things
they are all i can do
to prove that i'm not as lost
as i once claimed to be

of pain and sins

posted Feb 11, 2012, 11:11 AM by Aaron Myles Landwehr

The sons and daughters of sinners are always wronged.
The measure is simply this: all things should be equal.
Even the pain of the sins committed before we were born. 
And the hope is that as the world grows older, 
the pain will lessen into nothingness.

Hands Rooted Deep

posted Feb 20, 2011, 4:19 PM by Aaron Myles Landwehr   [ updated Feb 11, 2012, 11:20 AM ]

Dream of a coming darkness against the heaviness of warm air.
Dream of a light rain pushing into the grayness of the dusk.
Dream of cool water collecting in the pools beneath your feet.
Dream of street lamps making shadows of passing streams.
Dream of a person with hands rooted deep.
Dream of your own firm against another's.

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