A weeping lie
deserves
no compassion
best just let
it quickly die
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Category Archives: Love
A HUNDRED POEMS – 051
TODAY I saw creation
in that act of submission
with my human hands
a crafted answer
— did I do
not of God-breath
or cosmic fire-brew
but through a passion
deeply–passion dew
my works of art, live!
a life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art
:: 04-13-2014 ::
NATURE’S GRACE
Let today be
that grand affair
of unrelenting love
between spirit
and nature’s grace
:: 04-13-2014 ::
COSMOS
EACH soul
a cosmos
love-making
u n i v e r s e
kissing-licking
c r e a t i o n s
crying-dying
singing-laughing
an explosion
of expression
s u p e r n o v a
p a s s i o n !
:: 04-13-2014 ::
HONEY DEW
and when honey dew
simply
drips away
that crack from fear
too small
to see
but hate and anger
fought that stage —
I am left
with sad
speckled nest-less
eggs
in tender hands
If a plant, from tears
they would grow
but now, wingless
lovely eggs to bed
I bury you in dreams
:: 04-13-2014 ::
A LEAN FIGHTING MACHINE
NO time for the stiff-necks
leave mama and daddy
corporate society too
What mistress. She may —
endure the lone wolf of you
if she is allowed to follow
Never leave your children —
in those woods. they are
the clan of what you made
the shadow no comparison
for the love of yours
That easy life made you fat
break the weight too
survival of future world
a lean loving fighting
machine
:: 04-10-2014 ::
WORDS DESTROY ME
This is the last kiss
a memory yet to burn
those souls who regret
a hand played badly
What was it you said?
“life is a game played”
such words you’ll regret
when your life crumbles
I knew the verdict
when I saw you walking
toward me not looking
and my heart shattered
too many pieces to gather
and your words destroy me
“life is a game played”
When the sky falls
I crumble into pieces
and your soul too
one day will burn
when you remember
the heart you destroyed
:: 04-10-2014 ::
NO FEAR, MY WORLD
A world without fear
a strawberry taste quench
and springtime for hearts
summers so brilliant
without glaring heat
what a fall so elegantly
to leave and drop without pain
a covering for romance
and winters white and ice
where your kiss is the taste
of that which is behind —
a Springtime taste…
:: 04-10-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS — 045
and what of that desire
a pouring rain,
from the heavens, fall
through the funnel skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles stacked. Yet,
another journey in the fall
a figural shaped as my heart
your tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a split
thunder-lightning show my face
from a celestial eye came tears
as an arrow
— my own eyes
which
are
that target
your tears pierced into
that countryside haven
and found your home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire
:: 04-09-2014 ::
BLUE BIRDS SING
Someday my love
you’ll realize
that rainbows cry
and in the wet cold
you’ll see gold
that it’s a heart’s love
and one day my sweet dear
you’ll realize that
I was the one
and birds and church bells
sing a ringing song
across missed lives
but tomorrow brings
a new story and life
but in this end dear
I lost you my dear one
but church bells ring
and bluebirds sing
and tomorrows may cry
but my heart sings
that sun of love
:: 04-08-2014 ::
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