Is it true
that one can love
a thing
so greatly it may die?
This I once tried
with Death
but it beat me
to the punch!
:: 04-07-2014 ::
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TO KILL A THING
TO KILL A THING
Is it true
that one can love
a thing
so greatly it may die?
This I once tried
with Death
but it beat me
to the punch!
:: 04-07-2014 ::
THE ROSE
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing,
‘i am the smallMouth’
and so-i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature
that moves mysteriously away
from humans whom i love
scattered by exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! The brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with
a single rose within her tender hand
: where i am is where she is
where love-Bursts frozenKisses
across the burning sun passion
exploding exhilarating us!
i am too –this love we share
my eternally-everywhere!
:: ~ ::
MY ANCIENT SOUL UNRAVELED
i tried to ignore the dreamy steps
with their gapping eyes staring
undressing me until no flesh
is left, nor bones.
Life.
Again, i tried to ignore
the sound of a train-like roar
as this soul of my own
walks the cracked broken rails
of living this citrus -orange life
of picked Memories,
like the ink that enchants me
as though each character strung-out
is as a pearl necklace with a
hint of ocean’s salty tears,
and no longer a need to ignore.
As i watch, i caught the grand sight
of my ancient soul unravel as flotsam
and spirit as jetsam into that mystery
we deeply have begged to know!
I select you.
:: 01152016 ::
A TINY SLICE
a tiny slice
of quietness
–just a slither
upon my plate
–too small
for most to see
is all i need
that my soul
and spirit
requires.
:: ~ ::
S U S H I S A I D
SUSHI said salad-tary times
start bleeding tears
sushi fist-cup bloody-maries
Re[sweet]treating all the words
So sushi said;but i have a meal
and raw fish never jump
when i eat it Dead and Cold.
:: ~ ::
WHEN NAKED YOU ARE SMOOTH
“WHEN naked,
you are so smooth,”
said the brook with many stones.
So chirped the sparrows
and roared the bears!
Then the skies spoke, “pitter-patter,”
as drops of stones upon my hands.
What I’d like to see: a trickle of
sweetness like the rain upon the
smooth curves of my lover’s heart.
If we settle down we must prepare
a feast for gargantuan fears
Lest we men and women be alone
upon the beaches, sitting
and shifting their gazes with hands
upon the sea’s clouds or the quietness!
:: 01152016 ::
THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN
MY feet are wasted —
i have relieved myself
upon them.
In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days.
My youthful dreams
that i knew —
close the crypt
upon the somber skies!
The expansive unknown —
always be! That we all
can dream a dream!
:: 01132016 ::
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