WITHIN the longest NOW (love)
melted me
melted my mind
but never my THOUGHTS
(buh-bump yea) so long
was this shortest JUMP
broke my femur
so cut’em between my
knees/
now forever bleedin’
screaming, meaning
i once believed in
l o ve.
;; 0142020 ;;
If you put a speck
of honesty into today’s
marketing strategy
the whole house
of cards crumbles
:: 05-03-2014 ::
WHERE must I go
to kiss a dream
and hug a thought
or such things
— to fold a river
or bending time
Seriously I ask
such silly questions
might you smile
— or even laugh!
But it’s my pleasure
— as my heart
nor my spirit ever grew
beyond the age of two
Why would I ever
ask for forgiveness?
::12-22-2013::
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
:::::
Tragedy — a misplaced arrow
should never pierce the heart
but follow the path of the do’er
lest decent souls perish
:::::
HAVE regret for nothing by words
If south were North then Heaven would burn
Instead the heart should ponder the mouth
Lest words could cut the cords of souls
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