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i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.
I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.
One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!
Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |
Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.
All of the good within this universe.
:: 11-22-2017 ::
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I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.
To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.
Living is dying and we do so slowly.
But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?
My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.
And I love everyone.
:: 11-14-2017 ::
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Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,
APHONIC.
Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time
the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.
:: 11-06-2017 ::
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i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.
i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.
tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.
speaks the poet
within my heart.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
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so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
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Detached petal
Beneath a midnight sun
Catch your kiss
Before it’s gone
i have your skin
Within my soul
You’ve no other
To burn so i go
i'm still planted
Within the garden
Of the dead
Keeping my stem toward
The midnight sun
i'm the one you
Pulled to blow
Twisting within
The charcoal air
i'm the spirit
With a bee
Stealing all
The nectar
Of my life
And if i pollinate
Before i'm gone
Let it be somewhere
The daylight sun goes
Because i'm the spirit
With a bee stealing all
The nectar of my life
:: 10-07-2017 ::
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IN quiet moments
My brain screams
Delightful sun rays
Melting inside me
The grass is green
the fence slowly
rotting.
:: 10-04-2017 ::
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the light is coming beyond a morning’s curve
expectations of a day with hours
and i don’t know oh where does it go?
pennies falling within a funnel
minds too and love for fools
Time a piece of Meringue pie
baked in an oven ; a large glass
or metal bowl
as the world asks, ‘where does
time go?’
While walking down a street
(don’t you dare you can’t catch me)
the weak lie crossing the road
a hole within my sole reaching out
to the lost one’s within the cracks
The cobbler has his awl and knows
space has it’s mistress ‘time’
and we know how that goes
Don’t you dare you cannot feel me
anymore
Don’t you dare you cannot look
for me anymore
Don’t you dare you can’t catch me.
:: 10-04-2017 ::
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AND Autumn is now full
it is coloring life.
The skies spread streaks of finding love,
the cool air, embracing, waving hands.
A moment captured is no prisoner
when two hearts share the moment.
The long lookers seeking sights
as numberless souls of time wishing.
And the orchestral and the hearts, as knowing
dream as dreams believe in the dreamer.
And nature provides these invited two
their loving silence.
We two stand up and express gratitude
through a mass of kisses and hugs.
The world is nature and we are too.
:: 09-23-2017 ::
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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 ::
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