OH ME! The humble mute of stupidity
in my emotional turmoil I spew
senseless verbiage of love and toil
and common disease of social ill
But truthfully I say to you all
I am nothing more than a ghost
who walks amongst the beautiful
Forgive me, if you can I pray
for my arrogance and misplaced deeds
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IF I think before I feel
the reaction is particles
of streaming actions
But when I feel and allow
my actions to take root
the result is a stream
of flowing love
Such is the double-slit
experiment of coherent light
its such a wondrous delight
the observer takes hold
of the observed in suspicion
the result is conclusive —
the mind is cold and calculated
but to feel is warmth and love
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TO be one step
from the precipice
of the last chapter
of your life
and have the miracle
of a helping hand
pull you back —
indescribable relief
and such a love
beyond belief
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I CONFESS my disposition to the world
the nature of my being — my soul
that of romantic and tragic spirit
quarter me, pierce me, kiss me
but never break —
the beating heart within me
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THE folly of such innocent doings!
That we mortals timidly shy
when love is the excuse for our ways
Where does this fit into nature?!
Does the babbling brook stop its song
when your ear is present to listen?
Does the warbler stop its warbling
and covers it’s head with its wings
when you walk upon its symphony?
No, cleary these things are not so!
So, dear fellow spirit of our world —
let love reign and shy not from it’s doings
It will surely make life and Earth
the paradise that it already is for all!
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MY lady who loves in discreet pleasures
behind castle walls of noble stone
that can cast a spell with a glance
and compel nature to perform miracles
I say to you that your life is my pleasure
and I am undone by your beauty and grace
This mere mortal who suffers daily in spite
of holy sacraments on regular basis
offers only a thimble of worthiness
in your eyes I can only wonder what thoughts
may clash between your mind and heart
but nonetheless I bravely speak my mind
As thunder speaks and lightning talks
and departed souls wander aimlessly
in a shroud of mist — I say to you yes you
I cannot live without your daily attention
and to suffer anything less…
will be my absolute and unequivocal undoing
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OH tides that pull
and take me away
rapturous bliss
into that ocean
I go so peacefully
upon the jetsam
and heavenly flotsam
Such shoreless waters
permit me loving kisses
forever embraced
by the hottest blood
of that vast sea
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AND in the land there be images
such an imprint of days before
a photograph of moving pictures
The thread of reality weaving
both emotion and image into one
a blueprint of what was before
We clean the slate with time
but the eye sees the state of order
and beneath the lie — therein lies
Psychic mind rest your thoughts
the gift of sight can make you blind
to the world from which you were born
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