Dearest Love,
I am the little vessel upon your ocean
and you seem far away as the waves are
gentle now that we are continents apart
as a misery of a sailor greeted by red
mornings
then alterable noons of mourning.
A privileged host is asking,
‘with whom shall i settle this vessel
when a storm is coming?’ And mooring
my ship not with rope, chain nor anchor
but by this great love! The Great Wave
has perched me atop the tallest crest
and as bravely i go i go to thee!
And red skies at night! This heart
a delightful song as dawn must always recur
a sight occularly straight
and as true as the North Star!
Forever yours,
The Warmest Love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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AND if you call it
madness
i shall call it
love
and many believe it
a gaze upon each other
but i (each) together
staring in the same
direction call it love
like a moving river
is the choice of love
which we make
moment to moment
and like a sickness
no remedy but to
love more
my angel, all of me,
my very self — just
these words today
for you i shall give
and if i dream
more solid than Earth
God! i comfort you
with nature and words
which must be — love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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this is the last night
of the world
and i dream of a day
where love lasts
forever so i’m
sending all my love
to you
giving all my love
to you
my knees bleeding
my heart beating
all for you
and i lick a post stamp
and send my letter to you
and i say you are the every
step i took in life to
meet you and my beating heart
too so now i watch
this last night of the world
and say i hope i said
everything my heart desires
it was only all for you
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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one leg in the womb
the other in the world
it says ‘walk with you’
if you are born like me
then born with you
let’s go away
everywhere mayhem and
free love //nuclear
bomb womb of love
haha Khrushchev
pound flesh that night
and Kennedy too
Marilyn we love you
haha and Elton only
dreams — confused
and impossible porpoise
minds built a water bridge
to our minds if we only
listened
whales too but human
limbic system refuse you
: motivation emotion
learning and forever
— the forgotten memory
My subcortical structure
meet the cerebral cortex
and wipe all this semen
from New York to California
haha – just go away
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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THERE was that sun burning
brightly in it’s haughtiness!
said I, “my heart! it soars
a bit higher” smiled the sun
within a fiery grin-furnace,
“naughtiness!”
And we too shared the blue skies
and then too some fragile
as thin as fields of wheat
burned within our laughter.
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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love curved within a flame
ember dancing heart
exquisitely soft
and words?
From a northern wind
into a castle-flake
of burning ice
softly fell upon our
pressed lips
and winter that summer
always with you!
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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LOVE is the soul
and LUST the flesh
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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TOO soon too soon
my love my lover
too broad to wide
is such love
my lover
over fields that gold
above hills so high
we drove each other
toward the other side
said i, “i do”
said you, “i did”
and flew us two
beyond the weight of
life
too soon too soon
my love my lover
before you chanced
to place a flower
within my hair
‘no fear my love,
upon this side i own
fields of flowers’
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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i AM the small who
loving ALL
a large living
quietly THERE
where GOD permits
poets go to write
to be identified
with all is life
And life is spread
out upon my heart
as golden fields
a heart and soul (me)
tramples in delight
of love for words
and HIS voice
it may be too late for
men but yet early for
God i’ve once read before
and true true Emily!
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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IF I should wait
for window panes
too clear for life
I should wait for soul’s eyes
to see
widow’s pain whose eyes
look back upon kinder times
To see a dying eye is two
a broken heart more than few
if I wait for window panes
then pray I allow the rain
to clear the stains
of all I feel
and life too
:: 09-15-2015 ::
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