IT’S really not
that I’m a
romantic…
I’m just a fool
with a heart
:: 01-10-2013 ::
Category Archives: Love
FEAR NOT
IF you do anything
out of love
You should never
be fearful
— of it’s outcome
:: 01-11-2013 ::
BANISH ALL MY SORROW
WHEN the world has stopped
it’s spinning and furious pull
a moment is all I desire
to spend it with you
Each second a precious life
the kisses, such love
— I do!
So kiss me my love
as though there’s no tomorrows
Allow me to love you
— and banish all my sorrow
:: 01-11-2013 ::
MY SICKNESS
CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
GOLDEN WHEAT
WE laughed within the wheat
golden field of summer bliss
running like
— youth burned
the feet of our souls
The sun touched my heart
as you laid upon the field
I gave in — nature gave way
the skies fueled passion-gold
and my soul died into you
:: 01/22/2014 ::
I DIG LOVE
I DIG love
like it’s honey
I dig love
in the morning
I dig love
…so sunny
What you say
liqurious lips
passion bites
and I sing
scream and grind
I dig love
hm – oh yeah
in the morning
and sunset too
mid-day sweets
I dig love…
yes I do
mostly I dig
— you
:: 01-22/2014 ::
LIFE BY NUMBERS
LOVE seeps into affairs
my sweet love…
Speaks in ancient words
sweet love
burns the rule book
— so be strong love
changes the world
and doesn’t paint
life by numbers
sweet love…
Who you want love
isn’t by any name
the tongue can’t speak
the feeling you have
so you’re going to have
to take the tiger
by its tail sweet love
and devour it’s heart
Love is a chore
for the strongest hearts
:: 01/22/2014 ::
CHASING HARE
I SHAN’T be long this day
for I am gathering
— the brood
Sister bring the daisies
as sometimes
— the hare devour
Leave the cupboard spirits
and tend to father’s farm
— my hands are raw and bare!
And tonight I have a grand affair
the genteel
— sprouts my field
and I’ve nothing for my hare
Your foolery spoils my day
curse be a ruined affair!
:: 01-22-2014 ::
DEATH INTERRUPTED
I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered needlessly
across frozen fields in May
She spoke a single word
— beloved…
Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two
Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
— back into a whole
and then I spoke
a single word…
— beloved
:: 01-22-2014 ::
FIRE DROPS
WHEN I meet true love
I shall know
— the ice upon my heart
shall burst into a mist
of brilliant fire drops
::01-21-2014::
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