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 ::

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 ::

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 ::

Ah some untouched woman
screaming my name:
dreaming my name as
a wish — she dreams;
I see: every moment
of what it could have
been!

:: 12-03-2017 ::