Friday, June 27, 2008


I have found a church in your smile
a faith in your eyes
I’m lost in every other context
hard vacuous thought
wandering confused in the night
this is not that
this is vigorous
no choice

loss is inexplicable
je suis fou
that makes sense

I am at last matrixed
to everything about you


rch said...

Hi Russell how are you? I really enjoyed this and love especially the whole first section which could probably stand on its own. Take care,


Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Bob! I'm good thanks, almost on vacation (two more days). Hope all is well with you, too? I also really enjoyed that first part and am very happy it was good for you too. Thanks for the great comment, my friend. Looking to have more internet time in the very near future. See you soon.

Shubhodeep said...

hello russell

it has been a long time, and i hope all is well with you.

the poem was refreshing, as always.
hope to see you around.

take care!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Shubhodeep! I'm fine and hope you are the same. Glad you liked the poem and thanks for the comment. The best to you, my friend.

ozymandiaz said...

Thank goodness for such houses of worship. Go to one ever so similar myself. It is what reminds that God is possible. The things we feel together, they are not sparks of chance...
Well said sir.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Ozy! This is what the Greeks ment when they talked about a matrix and an original. Thanks for that fabulous comment. On a more personal note, Amen!