One __>
SteP
Two-3-four
the sky
SHOUTS!
What…
…love
MORE
for now–|
HEY!
IF you come
around here
just forget
— no more
love forgives
<stop>
giving up!
just forget
— no more
Oh love oh my
(HEY!) how
the fabric sings
— no more
fire with ice
makes water
like tears
and Love,
the Universe
; it’s feelings
and smiles and
heart-broken
love.
:: 10-19-2017 ::
IF one thing is certain
for love:
WE know how it goes:
I cannot forget you,
the kiss of expectation,
that when and if we touch;
|to meet finally and to know
skin as skin is meaning
the voice of tender thunder
AND if i should ever touch
by autumn at my Soul, as if
i have touched the moment
of my own Death.
AND if you should forget
the unfathomable then i may
never forget you.
IF long yards of snow or
dirt or mud are forbidden
by your horse and cart
i shall lift my heart
and will seek another
spot easier for you
And IF you believe by heart
and soul and spirit we
are One as I my Love then
with implacable sweetness,
as each morning sun and
waning moon feel you are
destined for me.
:: 10-19-2017 ::
WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM
WE interrupt this program to bring you…
*…It’s burst into flames! Get this, Charlie; get this, Charlie! It’s fire…
and it’s crashing! It’s crashing terrible! Oh, my! Get out of the way, please!
It’s burning and bursting into flames and the… and it’s falling on the mooring mast.
And all the folks agree that this is terrible; this is the worst of the worst catastrophes
in the world. Oh it’s… [Unintelligible] its flames… Crashing, oh!
Four- or five-hundred feet into the sky and it… it’s a terrific crash, ladies, and gentlemen.
*All we have to Fear is Fear itself
*From Dallas Texas, The Flash apparently
official, President Kennedy died at
1:00 PM central standard time,
2:00 EST, some 38 minutes ago…
*Houston, the Eagle has landed…
We are defined by tragedy. The moment between calm and calamity.
Whether it be personal interactions or as a whole of humanity.
Let us never forget that thread of moment where we all come together!
:: 10-19-2017 ::
i loved-like love the Spirit of our Heads
standing tall upon the stalk of a neck
seeing colors unknown; feeling feelings
like boiling heat –> and that boiling
stench is the others who are always lost
||||| i am never between 2
walls ||||| and the face like a sky
looks down and calls my name and i hear
my Soul scream
the beetle has it’s dung; the famous
have their money, but no one is anyone
like i am so Spirit of this Universe
come and won’t you come and teach us
the secrets of all.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
MY council of twelve: is not her mind
like the glint of precious stone?
Unshaped by this era of time oh her soul!
and by your magnificient mercy, for me.
The voice of so many tumulteous nights;
her hands; hair as braided by angels
her constitution is testimony to God’s
greatness.
whether storms
or perfect days cool and kilted
I am perfected constantly by her love
while within all my life and confusion
her arm and hand slips inside it all
and i am deeply delighted by the feeling
of her feathers and soft breasts upon
my heart — a special moment always
in pregnant delight by the Great Sun
within her future’s womb.
:: 10-13-2017 ::
WITHIN my humble thoughts
i ate the worms and all
the life i chose beat all
down upon my face
and left, was a hole —
the womb of my own life.
Walking down the straight
streets i remembered a
more gentle race AND
remember all i am
is revealed ~
oh, oh, i am clear
oh oh no, leave me alone.
So the elders of a council
of twelve told me: all shall
be revealed. I took a book
off eternity’s shelf: the
bright light said, “if you
read one book so shall you
have read them all.”
Something sang like a
building grace — not a word
I could ever relate but was
quite clear. Oh, oh. dear.
IF my top of days are
good then I know the end
so near. Met a butterfly
flittering fluttering like
eyes of the dearest loved
ones i know; so now we go.
upon the steeple of roofs
and down unto the unknown.
:: 10-11-2017 ::
IF there is one love for all
then love is simply
s t r e t c h ed small
Love; the singular tear drop
fallen upon a mountain large:
which finds a path through
stone and dirt until reaching
center bottom.
LOVE
the single and only
EXTRAORDINARY as twlight’s
first throated burst of
mornings or evenings |
and IF there is one love
for all if for all
then I have met Love
which is why I love all.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
POETRY is the force of Spirit
and has no hand in human
dwelling; all prose by
human hand expressed by
Soul and Heart is complete.
These are the words of something
transcendental which surpasses
humanity: race, religion, sex,
and politics.
I am endowed by the great poets
and their words; but refrain
from the injected thoughts
of ingrained humanity.
We as a race of humans are
endowed too by their prose
but I care not for any thought
of politics, religion, and the
rest of that messy goo.
If the eye can rest
and the heart can run
allow them two to meet:
every other ‘thing’ is
objectified by the flesh.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
we stood still waiting
)sometimes honest men
lie( where bleached
bones lay was a story.
And in perfectly disastrous
moments a beautiful butterfly
floats.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
 | Bridgette on All of Me |
 | passionfortruths on Continued Existence |
 | EPRobles on As a Poet I Could Not See |
 | KINDNESS WISDOM on As a Poet I Could Not See |
 | Sann on SILVER CORD |
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