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DREAMING LIFE
i caught myself
dreaming myself
in streaming lines
of such brilliantly
dis joint ed
f a i r y tales
a seam i tripped
upon and pulled it back
and saw m y self
dreaming
l i f e
SPEAK OF MY LOVE
LIKE a smile you’re so worthy
so pleased by your love,
like a heart-blooded soul.
I thank you // and I’m so
alone; all where I breath.
It must be so strangely
exciting to watch my skin
and blood burn within me,
must be so tenderly kind
to look into my eyes,
and you should know
you’re not alone
each night.
Like a child within a maze
of feelings, look, the sun
burns my path like I lived
before and first they’re
not around so you’re invited
by choice. If (eyes see blue
skies) a silent burning love
is all of the fields of flowers
of love’s eyes. To watch the
sun shed her skin must be a
heart-tender cosmic sharing
of our love!
:: 11012015 ::
WHAT FUTURE TOMORROWS
There past the before of today the heart and soul tenderly aches
for the simpler times
of bygone era
where feet once were
to horseback and hoof
as wheels to silver steel wings
— travel much a quickeroo
but less to see!
months to weeks
from days to minutes
dizzy-spinning mind in me!
What future tomorrows
shall less sanity bring
where wings away fall
to conquer nature’s pull
blink-less stellar travel
and time-river reversal!
Such command and power
— but we lose it all,
human-less are we
a mere reflection
of what was-be
such horrid tragedy!
:: ~~ ::
WE’RE ALL SHAMBHALA
Rode upon a cloud through rain
right through stress and life
she guided me like i’m tears
washed away all my fears
say, ‘are you ready to ride?’
i said, ‘SHAMBHALA”
like children
when the halls lit life
within our souls oh wee!
oh yeah oh we
(in the rain wash away my shame)
saw the light in your eyes
and SHAMBHALA oh we sing
‘yeah yeah yeah’
how does God love
tell me, how does life
balance pain? Oh hey
,yeah, hey yeah oh well
it’s how well you live life
and everyone is lucky and kind
Oh wee oh yeah SHAMBHALA
we’re all children in His eyes
:: 10222015 ::
MY TEARS KEEP FALLING
LAUGHING, hoping, crying
waiting, wishing you are
the one i dreamed of //
crying…
my heart keeps on a falling,
all night while . . .
waiting hoping you’ll come
back to me
// laughing, waiting hoping
you come back while i wait
i feel so useless hoping
you see i’m waiting
for you
crying…my fears keeping
me useless –> falling so feeling
so useless, waiting hoping
thing’s change while hoping
you’ll come back to me
:: 10152015 ::
A FOOL FOR LOVE
i tore a word
within my mind
and who knows how much
strength it takes
to second guess
a page the poet writes
and though you walked lightly
into my life so i take your
heart and write how much i
care; now i don’t know who
i am without you,
you touch me
you kiss me
you changed me
and heard my heart awakens
within the fire of life
like you walk lightly
into my life
and now all my pain is
cast into the sea,
of all my doubt,
so lost within your eyes
and if i lose everything
within your fire i send my
love all to you
AND HONOR YOU
and send all my love to you
:: 09172015 ::
O ME O MY O WE
SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the
dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h
:: 09162015 ::
THERE THEN IS THE MAGIC HAND OF NATURE
IF my f o o t
f
a l ls
beside a metaMAGICAL-\
super-luminous h e a r t
say i ate equations
of the deepest soulMIND
of nature IF the simple
call it “nature” let my
even/-KIND heart whisper
,”sir, to do because they
cannot i mean more —
the weeds and gossamer
which emotions while mind
immeasurably roots
the between sounds of lovers
and music and wine and smoke
~~ all these souls!
MINDS and eyes of these
who listen-life say:
“__________________”
:: 09-10-2015 ::
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