\\\SERIOUSLY, what would a poet Be
if all the words written were of
love? Desert. Dry. Fragments
of pieces of wishing? Who knows –
only you. But this I know.
we want only a few things in this
life: Sex, food, comfort, shelter,
and love.
Aside of that. The few remaining
awaken who dream wish a bit more.
truth, life, knowledge, and
the taste of GOD.
I’m sleeping on the right of the bed.
take the rest of it. \\\
:: 09-25-2017 ::
The tempo of life began as a whimpering limp
accelerated to words with drama and life
and the colors of the world drew me close
and so many unlike me fell to the
WAY SIDE of oblivion and obscurity
And the remaining flesh left with eyes
from the gutter looking at the world:
And the blood of my heart shifts as sands
of a dry bleeding sandstorm that keeps
each foot ahead of the other for I
am the conductor of my own words!
And there are times i believe my bones
are not living now but wishing under
all the weight of possible lives.
:: 9-25-2017 ::
Do we outgrown love? No.
That love is great
is no surprise to humans.
We live within our skin
That is enough to say
love does not outgrow us.
But what is love? To think
a fleeting emotion for most
the garbage that needs taking out.
In our modernity we are compelled
to seek the best and strongest
that lasts forever until;
Our need to love grows
beyond the capacity of that
we paid to quell our needs.
This, unfortunately, is love
and flesh too. And we can
blame it upon consumerism.
Love is not a deed.
Life is not a landscape
that should be sold to the
one with the most money.
:: 09-25-2017 ::
AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know: compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words. And
beginnings are not really
a beginning but moreso a
continuation of Life. And i am
focused on truth too.
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God; control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience. Let
the worlds’ institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule: We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.
:: 09-25-2017 ::
Passion! how are you named?
If fire then that is your touch;
but at times gentle too, softly
burning a moment.
The yearning is clearly spoken
with eyes and lips. And feelings
to run up the lane for all day.
Yet the sun follows feeding you.
Passion! how are you named?
If by heart then hear me now:
a torrential storm upon my mind
and white-capping waves in mine too!
Life is more mere than words as wine
the dew as red as beating hearts
we two incarnadined lips and souls,
passion is our name and nothing less!
:: 09-24-2017 ::
AND Autumn is now full
it is coloring life.
The skies spread streaks of finding love,
the cool air, embracing, waving hands.
A moment captured is no prisoner
when two hearts share the moment.
The long lookers seeking sights
as numberless souls of time wishing.
And the orchestral and the hearts, as knowing
dream as dreams believe in the dreamer.
And nature provides these invited two
their loving silence.
We two stand up and express gratitude
through a mass of kisses and hugs.
The world is nature and we are too.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
In love, and half mad. I am stronger
holding my tongue and swear to nothing.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy
But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won
IF i lose you, that
is my fear.
And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.
Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us
that we could never be
these Winds could be
as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,
forever us free.
:: 09-23-2017 :
NO EXCHANGE FOR TRUE
AS a lover i have forgiven everyone
but myself
AS a vegabon my bundle is what’s
left of a heart
That there is only one true love
and the rest shadows we chase
is nothing more than tragedy
And what of it. That
pain and suffering feel bright
and hurting: my love your love
feels bright and hurting too.
So life is everything within
the bundle I now carry as a poor
man. My only gift is truth.
and yet no coins to exchange
for this experience but I keep
it all for me and you.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
SIMPLY, the less if variables of life
AND DEATH.
We surpass.
In the most simplest accord we
Decline the complexity of most
Examples of truth
Deferring our weakness through
Knowledge that we are all within
The GREAT DARKNESS of history.
And which country, planet or
Heavenly realm may deny?
It has always been the
Diabolical plan to obfuscate
Understanding and why?
The truth is nothing of the
Likes we have imagined.
It creeps by ways of human
Urgency: art, poetry, music
And oratory finesse.
THAT we are creators
Imbued with the likeness
Of our Father. This Father
Is not father nor mother
But the genesis of all things
— Things with meaning; with
Reason.
Strip away language and
Embrace intuition and emotion
And the truth is simply
THERE.
:: 09-20-2017 ::
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