That the Iris opens her eyes upon early morning sun
that the wind dances her showy flowers and is luck
the lost voice of forgotten lovers?
when wind forgets its dance and green devours
(feelings) by nature’s beauty shall the fisherMen
of hearts sail from continent to unknown places;
their gravely instilled by amorous desire.
some NullAS not would never go there.
:: 01.21.2021 ::
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
:: 07.16.2020 ::
THAT we did nothing but unravel
The end of all things
And how surely devoid of feeling
The fleeting thought of finality
Not a tear nor a whimper;
Into the void of inevitability!
And the heart is a given nail
The brain a hammer and thoughts —
The infamous tempest!
:: 07-30-2017 ::
[even i could not speak
to those called, “Them.”]
so Now! (*)Dogs of war (+)and
men of hate
,so they come!
\and All it’s courtesy just
flesh and bone
which may crush so does hope
life & eventually Love
if not prepared./
:: 11-07-2016 ::
cheat sheet: (*) Act 3, Scene 1, line 273,
William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar.
(+) Dogs of War, Pink Floyd. A Momentary Lapse of Reason
I chanced upon an exquisite puzzle one day
It was tiny in size and easy to touch
I did not want to figure it out
but just to hold…
I turned it this way, that way
— any way it would move!
And at times interlocking pieces
would come and go
Eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier to navigate
Life is such, that way.