The lightest moment
is not shape
nor color
but all
emotion.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
Daily Archives: October 7, 2017
JUXTAPOSITION
wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
VIIII
Laughing is absolute freedom
while Wishing is the well of slavery
And Pain and suffering is the glue
to bind soul and spirit.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
So Many Faces
so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
The Nectar of My Life
Detached petal Beneath a midnight sun Catch your kiss Before it’s gone i have your skin Within my soul You’ve no other To burn so i go i'm still planted Within the garden Of the dead Keeping my stem toward The midnight sun i'm the one you Pulled to blow Twisting within The charcoal air i'm the spirit With a bee Stealing all The nectar Of my life And if i pollinate Before i'm gone Let it be somewhere The daylight sun goes Because i'm the spirit With a bee stealing all The nectar of my life :: 10-07-2017 ::
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