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LOVE the single and only EXTRAORDINARY

IF there is one love for all

then  love is simply

s t r e t c h ed  small

Love; the singular tear drop
fallen upon a mountain large:
which finds a path through
stone and dirt until reaching
center bottom.

LOVE

the single and only

EXTRAORDINARY  as twlight’s
first throated burst of
mornings or evenings |
and IF there is one love
for all      if for all

then I have met Love
which is why I love all.

:: 10-10-2017 ::


THE COSMIC NUMBER

So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part

shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure

And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from

The Numerical lunatic
asylum!

beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:

137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”

:: 10-05-2017 ::


THERE ARE AT TIMES MORE SAID

Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!

:: 09-17-2017 ::


NOCTURNES BY MIDNIGHT

AND for every memory whose hands have touched
my hungry lonely moments; I am always here,
between laughter and weeping; singing and
shouting. Just today (which I realize is
everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack
that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of
gold. And while I write feeble words to express
emotions that are unobtainable the other more
whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant
land; a place where upon the grace of God
laid a golden egg that born my true peace and
happiness. Her love constructed my world
before she was born and before I knew her
human name. The indescribable has a song
and colors and feelings; the light between
swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a
new word; the touch of tender sight and
undying kisses from a breeze from nature.

Knows.

And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
The unknown.

:: 09-13-2017 ::


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 ::


THIS HEART BLEEDS TRUE

ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:

O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!

:: 09-11-2015 ::


MY WALK

OH! The walk I have walked!
my feet have laughed and wept
through waters of discontent
and over horror through bliss
What path I go now not known
but surely nothing new to me
So walk I do but not alone

:: 03-01-2014 ::


I AM IMBECILE

THE X in me
does not feel
so much so
that I never ask Y
Sensing confusion
the hearts of weak
clearly cannot C
Murmurs of dimness
so often that all I ask
is to B left a-loon

::01-18-2014::


MYSTICISM

WHEREBY it may be declared
that mysticism is union
or absorption into that Diety
of knowledge barred
by the intellect…

I do contemplate
nay — surrender
that my character-soul
dreamy thunder-confusion
understands — and knows

The ultimate reality
is more than mere words
practised by unknowns
incomprehensible to minds
but deeply known

Feelings, intuition
beneath the bedsheets
of mistress-whole-mindness
::P::


I PREFER PAIN TO DEATH

I prefer pain to death
even in deep regret
Over frozen feelings
that flee summer’s breath
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