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THERE I have become a vanquished angel by
awakened eyes so dull by milky shade:
the moon gone before her majesty of Sun
and now morning bright! As ponderous
voices in hallways of books by lined
insecurities: the geese with stiff
necks and her baby followers: we
are everything we see and have been.
Sometimes by the back of wishes
and the promises of forward future:
we can become the better of ourselves
if only we forgive the many who know
us. And we sing like the gawling of cows.
THAT is every this and we cry completely
when we are collectively true: but
little children refrain and ghosts too.
The printed word is more secure
than the act of organic thought.
But love: of no equation
nor of linear true.
And consciousness as a jaguar
touching leaves and puma speeding
through branches of truth.
WE are the journey
WE are the love
WE are the Life
and we are the living.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
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WHEN as if –> time
that when no other
was this one: love
and that when I
as my mind thought;
this one.
That love is nothing
but more of time.
THAT memory —
of each other silly,
giggling and plainly
talking and making
love by innuendo
; that we were and
are and were and will
be everything that
is. Isn’t it all
that was wanted?
Yes. It is
the sky and tears
of rain falling
speaking secrets
that only we
have ever known.
Love.
two paws cat.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
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THERE is a wheel in the garden
a garden where roads have
traveled by love and tears.
There within the attic are
toys whereby children have
grown — grown to know how
to share and forgive enemies
who love the things they love.
And then there is the field
behind the house; where often
what has been said is no longer
remembered but still felt:
forgive you. Do you forgive
me for hating you when you said
what I cannot remember now?
Yes. A different time
but the heart always knows.
And time is the task master
that never forgets.
But then, we shall always
know.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
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AND for every memory whose hands have touched
my hungry lonely moments; I am always here,
between laughter and weeping; singing and
shouting. Just today (which I realize is
everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack
that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of
gold. And while I write feeble words to express
emotions that are unobtainable the other more
whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant
land; a place where upon the grace of God
laid a golden egg that born my true peace and
happiness. Her love constructed my world
before she was born and before I knew her
human name. The indescribable has a song
and colors and feelings; the light between
swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a
new word; the touch of tender sight and
undying kisses from a breeze from nature.
Knows.
And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
The unknown.
:: 09-13-2017 ::
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Passion, when did you deliver/ when i met you
the hammer upon this hungry anvil –> knock,
knock –> knocking! Kiss, hand in that hungry
lip-lock angry lip wanting passion! —->the
road up to the river was empty until we arrived||
Bridge. Fog. Music and smoke from a
lit cigarette and hips thrusted into the
imagination of darkness from night time
stories . the wet shore of anguishing
waves spoke: we can be together — only
you, only me.
the CITY NIGHTS
LAUGHING
WAITING FOR NO ONE
AND IN WATER, IN HIPS,
UNTIL NIGHT SEEPS INTO MEMORIES
ESCAPING DAY.
:: 09-08-2017 ::
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then Wishing is less than
a grip of strong wanting.
then whispering an echo
and feeble moreso
than needing where mountains
shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
of desires and needs!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
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i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
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Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!
:: 08-17-2017 ::
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[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living
As alder blight can strike
The love of youth
The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts
When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die
In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river
We go.
:: 07-28-2017 ::
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