Tag Archives: #emotion

WHERE THE EARTH ENDS OH WHERE!

Where Earth ends oh where!
By the furthest shores?
By the cusp of a volcano?
By the edge of ship’s fall?

The unknown is not met dear
Until your lips touch mine
For the waves lap shores
For the volcano burns hot
For the ship has sails!

And our hearts — the golden
Ratio of divine proportion
And our thoughts the fabric
Of wakeful dreams so dream

We do!
We do!
We do!

Where Earth ends it ends
It ends within the space
Of our eternal hearts
It ends within the 7th wave
Of a message sent by love
It ends boiling as lava
Which flows between hands
And it ends at the bow

As our journey by the front
As our love by the front
As our dreams first my love

Our paradise is the lovely
Where angels weep gently
For the grace of our love
By the truth of all things
Namely the love of us!

:: 09-20-2017 ::


GNOSSIENNE

By ways of morning stars
and dew-lipped kissing
dreams i am here
Sideways within my arms
tulips swaying colors
spent you are there
A mourning comes as night
wanes into the seams
of lasting pasts
at last we are One.

:: 09-04-2017 ::


IN THE…

In the morning everything is within its place;
my lips which never curse,
my eyes that feel emotion
 and my heart that cannot lie
In the afternoon by nature I am comforted;
by flowers that dance with me
     by bees that pollinate love-u-kisses
and by Soul which speaks with God
In the evening by Sun-crest’d skies;
     our hearts become the beating of One
     our hands clasping this moment
 and our Love continues to grow eternally
In the end of a day my Spirit is full of Love.
:: 04-04-2017 ::

COME, SWEET DEATH

THIS! Each moment bathed
in blood and where oh where
is thy King?
The winds speak louder!
And dirt is stronger than steel
and when a soul screams:
“let us do something oh! Something
grander than this!”
And anger of captive souls so
deeply felt ask, “why must the
nightingale sing always,
when it is darkest before lit
skies crease my heart?”
Maybe true, maybe so — the
morning’s risen sun is God’s
own heart!

:: 07-27-2015 ::


THE CYCLE OF LIFE’S COLORS

ablaze   beached-brash     dusty flamboyant
fluorescent gaily heart in life  by harmonious expectation…
of rejection?!
so harshly my lover;  iridescently
in  your ways
and at times when the blue jay
hesitates in song — monotone
and muted in love; is when the feeling of
joy turns pastel begging
restrain as the last moments
i have remembered in sepia
as photographs so old they are
red-brown colored;
to have known love so translucent
and vivid — a shade violent!
just too painful to recall
and now all white a washed in
what-WAS and isNOW

:: 07-21-2015 ::


SYMPHONY NO 7, 2ND MOVEMENT (Herr Beethoven)

BE still bea-
ting aching
d
y
i
ngLY
wishing dream(ing)
h e A R T
when nowhere lines
the treeline of
life and com-
passion!  Be well
beating fists
upon my mind!
over Ocean’s voice
through seagull’s throat
that mortal path
beneath restless
d r e a m  s
TO WISH is butterfly
wings!  To awaken:
rebirth of Life!

:: 06-09-2015 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – 037

confession: my life is emotion
more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better

a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk
and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage
a prisoner am i; a soul cage

emotionmy dwelling hole
and at times the mountain peak
but often a middle ground —
therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word

that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better

:: 04-04-2014 ::


BUTTERFLY TOUCH

I AM so I was
there I be
between the has
a step ahead
fire-time burn
Not to rest
yet to be
I surge upon
the emerald seas

A point in time
butterfly touch
flitter-be
convey emotion
will-power sees
weakness in fabric
time-winds tight
spinning busy
with-my cocoon-be

::01-15-2014::


PARTICLE OR STREAM

IF I think before I feel
the reaction is particles
of streaming actions
But when I feel and allow
my actions to take root
the result is a stream
of flowing love

Such is the double-slit
experiment of coherent light
its such a wondrous delight
the observer takes hold
of the observed in suspicion
the result is conclusive —
the mind is cold and calculated
but to feel is warmth and love

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HONESTY BEGGED AN ANSWER

HONESTY begged — an answer
From me it asked impossibility

Forgetting my place within time
I spoke the truth — almost benign

Thunder split the world within
First a crack then a fissure

Old souls cried a sorrowful song
and blood drenched the lids of eyes

Knowing truth as some may say
is keener than a sharpened blade

Sometimes best to hear — a wind
than feel the storm of emotional pain
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