i am like anyone; so hungry
a flesh by soul so flattered
by your smiles
i’m simply undone
by your unfastening
my simple heart
and you are my undone
I cry a tear
like diamond
and scatter my tender nothings
upon the object of your uninvited
soul — tempest so strangely
my mind thrust for you my
undone heart
i ate all the blood
upon a cross where
He bled, earth shook
an experience like…i’m anyone
so hungry; a flesh in soul
:: 03-04-2015 ::
Oh! The swirling umbrellas,
candy rain, and singing souls!
I imagined no thing as this!
Diamond eyes, flower lips,
tender skies kissing hearts! all
the dreams of a dreamer who
writes for the soul!
i cried.
to still write a poem
a soul should go above us
living for all today
these dreams are with us
and every day they do
have the strong voice
of meaning
:: 03-09-2015 ::
Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors
and across erected walls
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening…
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
TIS LOVE ALL OF LIFE!
And by the clock of life
i heard the birds
begin at times by three
and some by four
and my heart by soul
i heard my spirit
and times of love
and pain o’fear
I paint their song
in deep red-kiss
A distant neighbor
came by to say,
“i heard the brook
speak your name
like water upon
the rocks!”
I took his hand
and said these words,
“Tis love, all of life!”
:: 03-08-2015 ::
since when beginning
i always did
believe in you
that I did always
love that till I loved
never lived me
till I loved you
I did always love
my heart told me
that I never lived
until I loved
since when beginning
i did always love you
:: 03-08-2015 ::
That distance once between
us- that quiet
balance of silence
And will to be strangers
has died
I buried it the other day
while holding ancient pottery
and then i became alive
forever yours
:: 03-08-2015 ::
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