Daily Archives: December 7, 2017

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Met my love long distance
— we just came from far away
seemed we both were doing
nothing busy when we met
when we met each other
I had a frog within my throat
she spoke –> threw all of
me outside outside my heart
and croak went the frog
Words so cool–> OOOH yeah
thunder lightening times
like stars spoke to me;
thunder like a stroke;
her voice was my heart
her voice — i think,
i think (i love her)
So sweet like sweet fruit
nothing but kindness
the kind’a love like
forever is a promise.
Yea, her.
I had come from diaster
like a war or two —
when she walked into
the outdoor outdoor
of my phone — thus
became the love over
time. She built, like
a statue of love;
she so bright –>
a kind like electricty,
oh she ; know I love her
Ah she is the one I love
Such love like butterflies
and flowers pollinating me
She is the /Queen Bee\
The queen bee.
And I love her!
Love her!

:: 12-07-2017 ::


\MANY MINDS WHO HAVE LOST/

THE many minds who have lost:
lost a love or objects of
affection; who have died
within or of those who are
lost within to the living as
if they were dead:

If a lover who has lost;
if another who has been lost,
sometimes they hear the voices
within dreams and sometimes
within the thoughts of another mind.

And within a quiet moment between
awakeness and sleeping; their voice
returns as a stanza from a single
piece of poetry from their love.

Like breath, life, and soul,
fading out!

:: 12-06-2017 ::


MY THROAT IS LOVE

IF the throat could cry
would it use words?
IF the jaybird too?
How could nests be built?
By divine love; divine
strength we learn.

If (which is a word to
wish for more) love
was greater than fear
(and it is) all things
are the possible.

And I say to the One
whom I love (and you know
me dear) I wish for a nest
for our eggs and future.
Where love creates the
possibility of eternal love!

Bless you my dear!

:: 12-06-2017 ::


SHORTNESS OF BREATH

Brevity! Shortness of breath
Breathing life within tiny
little – be little spaces.

Are the meaning? Life.
No. Kisses as Mountains
and hugs are oceans
and words are small continents
surrounded by the ebb and tide
of life.

But special are colors we choose;
those we adore within skies
and deep nature as flowers and
and soil. Walk with naked feet,
enjoy the communion if you choose!

And breath, brevity! A shortness
of words! The economy of expression;
explains nothing to the ear but maybe
to the soul.

I say breath! Breath! Enjoy the feeling
of uniqueness and be barefooted within
nature! Be naked!

:: 12-06-2017 ::


WHAT DO WE DIE FOR

I was torn from my own heart
when i read about war
And even though i walked
among calm people in the square
they hadn’t heard the news
And a constellation of stars
gathered within the North

I saw a movie today about
fictional people winning
a war with super powers
so adored — And who imagines
life without love
Where feelings are just ghosts
and people just living for today

Where living and dying are
scripted just for actors?
The words as ink and blood
and blood all those giving souls
So I do not imagine heaven
or hell above nor below
just people living for today.

:: 12-06-2017 ::