I turn on the light of my heart
and there it burns away the darkness
And why do not most people know
hate and anger are that diseases
known as barely living life?
It (for me) is the greatest mystery!
Are not we all weak and frail:
by flesh and bone? And that historical
amnesia by natural disasters and war?
Why? Why do educated people (by money paid)
believe they know all?
And can you believe in just one of your
dreams tonight?
:: 11-19-2017 ::
WHERE love stood i was hiding
(beneath the briar within
the wilderness)
And my heart was that cloud
safely looking toward the
soft soil of our commitment.
I was the body: hid beneath
a tunnel and the light of love
flew — fled from me, and this
night has never seen sun nor
skin or lips kissing as ours
did that time I died.
This body of my woman; the
essence of romantic poetry and
your voice higher beauty
than angelic voice!
This written in deepest despair;
my thirst, my untethered desire,
my heavy load in this life!
My eternal ache,and I hear the
river of life — where this
infinite thirst does flow!
:: 11-18-2017 ::
Is the heart the chamber of love?
ANd does the butterfly weep?
Was Einstein the equation of compassion?
And Geometry the study of a woman’s curves?
Do fish go to detention if not in schools?
And stars; pinprick holes so God can
see what we do with our Souls?
:: 11-18-2017 ::
How many graveyards are there in heaven?
And does the bee sting
when happy?
Do two lovers quarel over
complete satisfaction?
Is it true music educates the savage
beast within our human DNA?
:: 11-18-2017 ::
within my despair
within my unrepaired
mind /time flows
and fate something
like disgrace
and all the kind faces
with their lips kiss
the black matter of
time :|:
Also so tired
my vacant eyes cry
seeping tears falling
everywhere
Within Spring and summer
fall and Winter
it’s over all over
sweet thighs smell as
coconut oil against the sea
and I sing again:
within my despair my unrepaired
mind flows slower than time
and fate sometimes like disgrace
so my vaqcant eyes cry seeping tears
falling eveywhere …
:: 11-17-2017 ::
I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.
To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.
Living is dying and we do so slowly.
But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?
My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.
And I love everyone.
:: 11-14-2017 ::
NEVER, as i once said
forever ~ never
and although i said
at no time,
i also spoke;
till death do us part.
Like stretched limbs
of an ancient oak
my arms too are heavy
and my torso twisted
by torrential winds
of mother nature.
My lips: immortality
till the end of time
and my bleeding heart
and soul beg;
not in the least.
:: 11-08-2017 ::
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