Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors
and across erected walls
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening…
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
TIS LOVE ALL OF LIFE!
And by the clock of life
i heard the birds
begin at times by three
and some by four
and my heart by soul
i heard my spirit
and times of love
and pain o’fear
I paint their song
in deep red-kiss
A distant neighbor
came by to say,
“i heard the brook
speak your name
like water upon
the rocks!”
I took his hand
and said these words,
“Tis love, all of life!”
:: 03-08-2015 ::
since when beginning
i always did
believe in you
that I did always
love that till I loved
never lived me
till I loved you
I did always love
my heart told me
that I never lived
until I loved
since when beginning
i did always love you
:: 03-08-2015 ::
That distance once between
us- that quiet
balance of silence
And will to be strangers
has died
I buried it the other day
while holding ancient pottery
and then i became alive
forever yours
:: 03-08-2015 ::
My sweet Spring voice
throated blue jay
sing! What sound
when the voice of
that woman we
dearly love!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her
:: 03-08-2015 ::
little flower keeping
sun lit
within a meadow bright
all of your life
you were waiting
for this moment
to arrive
and your petals follow
the clouds so light
little flower seeking
love all life
within a bee to live
pollinating your heart
across the fields of life
and the sun stays afloat
while you swing and sway
into the winds of this day
a little flower loving life
awaiting this moment to be
and love spreads you across
the fields of life
:: 03-01-2015 ::
i am just a fig; a small plastic
figurine man
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
my protegee
make children smile
a Lego set
within archetypes
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit within a certain
theme like life
ooh! oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
collecting me
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh! a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
SO you love soft,
and my heartily-fallen
dreams;
a slice
of belief-skin
inside your
tender heart
i could not cry
but yes
you took my
tears way too
i’ve been drawn
into a silent
room of mouth-less
life awaiting
for the burning
bush of her
forever love
i hate my heart
the forever
prison of my soul
:: 02-27-2015 ::
When dreams drop
suddenly
upon a tender
heart; falling,
crashing, dying-ly
we know Death has come.
to see Love
perish is a stare
within the Eye
of God and mostly
the thing unspoken.
So better than a star
which falls from
heaven upon the Earth.
To burn quickly
provides no goodbye!
:: 02-25-2015 ::
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