THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon
::01-18-2014::
Category Archives: Poetry
I AM IMBECILE
PSYCHO-DRAMA
AND if you are repulsed
by my humanity
then clearly I say
you are not
— meant for me
My sanity
— no latitude
for your brain-vessel
to navigate across
my ocean-emotions
Chart your course
away from my shores
and bidding farewell
— I do eagerly —
to the storms of your mind
::01-16-2014::
TO SWIM WITH YOU
MY heart and lonely “I”
have only one wish
— before we die
such a confession
may sound so strange
but my obsession
— so unrestrained
I wish to swim with you
in the spring-well of love
— I wish to swim with you
it would heal my wounds
And if I do decide to swim
across my bitter ocean
— it will be to reach
your land of pure honey
I wish to swim with you
…to swim…with you…
With you…lovely you…
01-16-2014::
SILENCE KNOWS
BECAUSE silence knows
— the heart kindred souls
we are…
one to whisper
— sweet nothings
tenderly listens the other
My sweet silence
— come to me
upon calm seas
Encompass thee
that we might sail
toward paradise lands
::01-18-2014::
BUTTERFLY TOUCH
I AM so I was
there I be
between the has
a step ahead
fire-time burn
Not to rest
yet to be
I surge upon
the emerald seas
A point in time
butterfly touch
flitter-be
convey emotion
will-power sees
weakness in fabric
time-winds tight
spinning busy
with-my cocoon-be
::01-15-2014::
LIVING IS THE DREAM
THE need to break free
from dogma and religion
politics and pseudo civility
leads me to believe
dreaming is a product
and living is the dream
I hope some day to break free
from objects — possessions
to imagine all the people
sharing all the world
where we live as one
Brother and sister
and the animals
and creatures of the sea
some day I hope this
— that you will join me
::01-15-2014::
MY ANCIENT LOVE
WE say sorry some days
and sometimes not
I cry rivers on stormy days
But my ancient love
Lasts out weather-love
So surprised my love
When the mason man comes
bricks lay upon bricks
a wall between you and me
protects me from crazy love
My ancient love is strong
amazed so surprised love
but the time flows between
your heart and my survival
so kiss is love and tomorrow’s
::01-15-2014::
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