my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our none
an emotion : the wave of ocean
that my life becomes
Life and as one
what more
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020
A HUNDRED POEMS – XXX
A HUNDRED POEMS – 029
DEVASTATION;
utter beauty that what you do
unknowingly you do to me
Butterfly-lash deep pools
eyes of jewels stares within
my soul — which you do
What fragment-time!
The world vanishes while my soul
so near to you!
Love, my love, devastating love!
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 03-06-2018
A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX
IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know — and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably
i plead!
::12-24-2013::
A HUNDRED POEMS VIII
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018
WONDERING HEART
WONDERING HEART
\
don’t ask me:
i wondered long fields
lovingly wondering your
heart –> don’t tell me
how you hate me | i was
standing apart to deny
it –} if we could live
for ever -=-> if we hurt
each other; i told you
we all have spirits but
only a few have Souls:
i was there/
standing …
you were there — to watch
how love tears apart
imaginary lust.
:: 08..19.2020 ::
1980S MALL ORGAN MUSIC
WE shared sunshine and laughter beneath an umbrella with cocktails and
absences of cloths –you had a glint within your eyes: remembering ancient
memories from ‘ago.’ I touched your skin (forearm)and you awoke. Toes deep
in sand//Explaining how you do this from time-to-time.\ you asked for another
Manhattan i retrieved it for you.
you drunk bitch.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
BORN UPON A RAFT
i WAS born upon a raft; castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth upon the briny deep
And i know vast waters
all points across an oceanic reality
But once i dreamed i was born
— be upon a land where all i see
::disharmony
all points across vast humanity
where fear and pain delivered a daily dose
now realize birth-induced reality
is far better than human insanity
::01/07/2014::
::REV: 08192020 ::
PERFUME OF HATE & LOVE
before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
immediate lights?
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless — a perfect example
of words! aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
breath. Please. To laugh.
Believe. aaaaagh. with hospitality
they blindfold your look.
:: 08.16.2020 ::
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