WHAT majesty does beauty born
when natural acts become love
lest pain or fear for these,none!
Invite such love and light
and confuse not between past and fear!
Let bloom both love and light
Come…
I say live
away from those weak shadows.
:: ~~ ::
THE SLEEP
I slept to dream
a wardrobe
of every type of costume,
each one a fantasy for life.
And the dream police cuffed me
saying, “don’t you know kind sir,
we control the fate of humanity.”
They took me away and said,
“there’s no court for your offense”
and threw me back into the cell
where dreaming people sit and wait
to live a life where dreams come true.
:: 02-04-2014 ::
I am a painter. I am a poet.
I am a dreamer and a soul.
It’s not my choice but just
proclivity of God’s mind.
So I weep for all painters
and poets (and it’s so hard
to be unkind) and everything
is just the way it seems.
The world sings to me,
“Sir, sit down and have
a drink” and I weep.
And somewhere within your
mind you say:
“a human I’ll never be”
:: 10052015 ::
WHAT glory if it falls
from clouds or
from amongst trees?
The sky — immortal
leaf!
is where
i left my romantic heart
breathing hushingly
sweet words of life!
o’ burning point of sun
caressing wind
i am entitled to think
i gave you a flower
when we loved
the far-departed
sweet hunger of life
And stars and moons!
the many things and
which die — my steps
to seek your heart
are gentle words
and fair lady i am
the music within you
the dreams of life
we continue to live
again and then again!
:: 10042015 ::
IF by moon or light
of love’s eyes
if it may be so
brilliance’s love
by love’s only soul
by love and so
by brilliant wishes
of forever love
If by noon or night
of lover’s soul
if it may be so
by brilliant love
by lost love forever
i never lost
within my heart
IT is my soul!
:: 10042015 ::
Within the mist of time
within the wish of hearts
within the mesh of minds
i’ve tried to show you
love and soul
Far below, a warble sings
the singing feathered heart
of distinct ecstasy
and when we dance.
nature is high up where
faith as fashion climbs
and earth upon a point
warbles within your hand
like a bird that sings.
(i use to say my soul
was salvation i saw
the angels of this dance
and i’m old fashion…)
if i say i love you and
love buys your soul
will you dance as angels
fall from heaven into
our hearts? I see moving
life wheel fashion and
i say i love you
dear, i’m still in
love with you!
:: 10042015 ::
WIDEST memories a saddest smile
why the world grins three smiles
into a dead house within saddest eyes
why are there soldiers of my heart
here with the dead dancing
with the invisible ones; i say
no word can hold them here
a falling broken wing striding
after gliding massacre tonight
did we laugh) and we dance
like we’ll dance for freedom
and joy within hands too quick
and a mouth in too much anguish
forming a form of protest
with fresh faces and another
love another torture chamber
dancing with their mothers
dancing with their fathers
and working the machine
of life in words of “what
else can I do?” we dance
with invisible ones
One day laughing not(saying
the world may be too big)
holding one tiny this
with time And thinking
of your armor
:: 10030215 ::
IF you remember me
come a little further
— why be afraid
touch me and take
my love across fields
of barley And within
my arms you fell
my love and forgot the
sun in her jealous sky
(and promises believe
that anything which
has ever been thought
can never spoil this
or a forever thought)
if you remember me
and love stay and
gaze awhile if you
stay so be my love
and forget the sun
within her jealous sky
:: 10032015 ::
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