IF the ant should perish
making a home
IF the woman too
within her abode!
AND if man shall
befall grief
AND children too –
What falling dreams
which have no wings!
Belief is a wish
and life a truce ~
the barrier a
tie breaker for
Souls!
:: -1-14-2018 ::
IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.
A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.
Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.
LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!
THEN IT WAS DONE.
I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.
Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.
LIKE MY MIND at this moment.
But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.
:: 01-14-2018 ::
LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!
Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!
O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!
And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;
This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!
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