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As the Heart Sings, It Sings for Love

Oh, how sweet the sound of love,
Like music from the skies above,
A symphony that fills the heart,
And sets the world ablaze with art.

With every beat, with every breath,
Love conquers fear, and conquers death.
It lifts us up, it sets us free,
And fills our souls with harmony.

It’s a song that echoes through the ages,
A melody that lasts for all the stages,
Of life and love and everything in between,
A timeless tune that’s always seen.

Love is the light that shines within,
The hope that guides us through the din.
It’s the spark that starts the flame,
And the bond that keeps us all the same.

So let us sing this ode to love,
And let it lift us up above,
The troubles of the world below,
And let its joy and beauty show.

For love is the key that opens all doors,
The treasure that all of us adore,
And when we sing its sweet refrain,
We find that joy and peace remain.

:: 02.28.2023 ::


Nature’s Birth

Nature’s birth, so wild and free A symphony of life, for all to see As I walk these paths alone I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone My steps may falter, but I am strong With every breath, I sing nature’s song The wood and rock, the briar twine All a part of this world so divine With every step, my heart takes flight For in nature’s embrace, all is right The dewey moss, the fallen trees All a part of nature’s melodies For many miles, I walk this land And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand Tears may fall, but in its birth Nature brings a love so pure and worth So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember? For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender And though I may never hear you again Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.

Analysis:

The poem, “Nature’s Birth,” captures the essence of nature in all its beauty and majesty. It highlights the author’s strong connection to the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility. The poem opens with a description of nature’s birth, which is wild and free, and a symphony of life that everyone can see. The author emphasizes the power of nature by describing how they can feel the earth’s gentle tone as they walk alone on nature’s paths.

As the poem continues, the author speaks to the strength they feel when surrounded by nature, even if their steps falter. They emphasize the importance of every aspect of nature, from the wood and rocks to the briar twine, as all part of the divine world. The author’s heart takes flight with every step they take in nature, highlighting the transformative power of the natural world.

The author then describes their connection to nature, emphasizing how it makes them feel like everything is right in the world. They describe the beauty of dewy moss and fallen trees, showing how even the smallest details in nature are part of a larger, harmonious whole.

The poem ends with a reflection on the author’s journey through nature, describing how they have walked many miles, feeling the gentle touch of nature’s hand. The author acknowledges that tears may fall, but in nature’s birth, there is a love that is pure and worth cherishing. The author concludes the poem by asking for a voice to remember, one that will never forget the love and peace that nature has brought to them.

Overall, “Nature’s Birth” is a beautiful and heartfelt poem that speaks to the transformative power of nature. It highlights the deep connection that humans have with the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility.


Love’s Eternal Flame

who’s most afraid of death? though
                   art of him
utterly afraid, I love of thee
(beloved) this
       and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness.  and marke the fainting
murdered petals.

Who is afraid of love?  That words and
whispers cut the Soul in belief _ her voice and breathe softly against me
i see adventurous life and love.
To be brave is to love unconditionally
without expecting anything in return.

That you pierce my soul I am half agony,
half hope.  Against promise, peace, against
hope, happiness, against discouragement that could
be.  In light, I learn to love.  In this beauty,
how I make poetry.  That you dance within my
heart where no one sees — but at times
centuries do.  How your love becomes Art.

:: 02.24.2023  ::


My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::


EVERYTHING

EVERY WORD CAN you can YOU
spEAK (come into my ear)
can you can y o u — speak /
E V E R Y T H I N G
E V E R try to make love
work? \ everyday the skies
press against that romantic heart…
i woke up dreaming i had a new day
hiding the sight of an empty bed
made tea and sucked upon my thumb
and prayed 2 Gawd and the universe
: i cried i cried and then fell to
sleep weeping i was not human….
tried to say i tried to say_____
what the creator choked upon.
human mind
human mind
human mind
greater than all things
everything
everything
everything
sleeping as human
i destroyed gawd
destroyed and rebuilt
love. rebuilt everything..
i cried i cried and then feel to
wakefulness weeping : for all LOVE.


My Lover

Something in the effervescent veins floats my body
A surreal landscape of screaming death defying understanding
Fields of gold bursting forth into fullest flowers
A consciousness that barely touches the art of essences

Something in the radiance of your smile illuminates my being
Shimmering lips and curves like a vision bright as the moon
To hear the song of your quiet tongue, taste the tone of your beating heart
Is to be wreathed by the blossoms of your tender breasts

Something in the way we meet, away from life’s busy sounds
Our minds merge into one, fathoming mysteries together
No words, no song, no thoughts can capture our connection
Veiled eyes and unwritten poetry sent, in a passion of growing fields held by hands and fingers bent inward

Something, our love, is a high candelabrum shining bright
Guiding us on this journey, where surrealism and abstract tones unite
Something in the way we move, something in the way we feel
Something in the way we explore this realm beyond comprehension


The Poet’s Madness

In the depths of night, alone he writes
His pen, a sword, his mind, in flight
But in his thoughts, a shadow creeps
A madness that never sleeps

The words he writes, they twist and turn
His mind, a fire that cannot burn
In every line, a touch of pain
A sorrow that cannot be tamed

His words once flowed, like a gentle stream
Now they scream, like a haunting dream
His mind, a maze, a twisted path
A journey that will never last

The poet’s madness, it takes control
A darkness that swallows his soul
His words, a poison, a deadly brew
A madness that only he knew

His mind, a prison, he cannot escape
A darkness that cannot be shaped
He writes and writes, until the end
A madness that he cannot fend

The world may see, a poet’s art
But in his mind, a raging heart
A madness that never fades away
A price he must forever pay

So let his words, be a warning tale
A poet’s mind, a fragile veil
For in the depths of his despair
His madness, a permanent snare.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


IF Love is a Rose

IF as love-rose by love  eating pure air here
that without our soul  that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.  

    Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.

  How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.

Then love is a Rose.

:: 02.18.2023 ::


My Brain Cannot Be Me

the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


My Love

MY Love. Whom I Love.

Do you hear me?
My love?

My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?

My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not

My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief

eternally.

:: 02.14.2023 ::