WHILE on a walk
through my forest
across a bridge
of ancient wood
I chanced to stumble
upon a treasure
a heart shaped
piece of puzzle
— a figural
’twas the last
of what I wanted
to touch the love
I so much needed
it’s shape and color
perfectly fit
— interlocking
then I sat upon a log
thunder struck
by the beauty
— of it all
::01-20-2014::
LOVE was mine
less the pain
within a puddle
— the day it rained
it drowned
in capsized fashion
Humid weather
was no warning
though the black seam
— of the cloud
severely spoke
of a coming storm
::01-18-2104::
THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon
::01-18-2014::
SUCH is life
(this body knows)
what experience
we share —
t’is nothing more
than memories
When something happens
— time elapses
then reaction
If this be the case
and I do believe so
then we live a life
chasing memories
::01-17-2014::
AND if you are repulsed
by my humanity
then clearly I say
you are not
— meant for me
My sanity
— no latitude
for your brain-vessel
to navigate across
my ocean-emotions
Chart your course
away from my shores
and bidding farewell
— I do eagerly —
to the storms of your mind
::01-16-2014::
MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
BECAUSE silence knows
— the heart kindred souls
we are…
one to whisper
— sweet nothings
tenderly listens the other
My sweet silence
— come to me
upon calm seas
Encompass thee
that we might sail
toward paradise lands
::01-18-2014::
I AM so I was
there I be
between the has
a step ahead
fire-time burn
Not to rest
yet to be
I surge upon
the emerald seas
A point in time
butterfly touch
flitter-be
convey emotion
will-power sees
weakness in fabric
time-winds tight
spinning busy
with-my cocoon-be
::01-15-2014::
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