DO not confuse my
sense of mystery
with evil…
I keep them in
separate pockets
The acquisition of
understanding
comes with a
deep mourning
Knowledge is a
double-edged sword
DEW, we cry
\so loose–
we sigh
a tear
a moan
the secret
we keep
unknown
a lonely
lonely soul
for life!
:: 08-13-2014 ::
LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch
//–//
i am no-
thing
NEVER was
a thing to
take away–
and now i
AM nothing
Abuse is zero
and i love me
and HATE you
//–//
My sun risen, my reason!
My heart my season!
Where love lives
by Spirit and Heart!
My lover my soul!
By meaing by life!
My children
my world!
By God!
:: 10-09-2014 ::
Too long I’ve lived
Too much I’ve seen
Too brief my love
Too little by seam
That moments alone
seem eternal by soul
And witness, my heart
Too brief my love,
this dream called Life
:: 10-11-2014 ::
That thing which thirsts
by and by mostly, i found
upon a day’s journey
The quench he burst
while i listened
to his wisdom-words
and i had no thing
within my pockets
So i told him ‘my
apologies’ —
He took my soul
within his hands
so carefully kissed,
and all within me
a glitter-gold
he did disburse
If you look for life
just remember my friend
a richer one unrehearsed!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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