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By gracious
ancient love
and above all
things that are
gently pleasant
life paused
Just if(for you)
and like all
young new hearts
impatiently moved
by his and her
minds all mysteries
are likeMaking new
memories; by
flesh and kisses
walks and talks
hands over bridges
eyes across love
whose sharp horizons
divide the days
and nights of light
and secret missions/
away together as One
away together in Love
is where our minds
take off\I’d rather
live and sometimes
even hurt if Love
at times tenders me.
:: 03-02-2016 ::
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AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within
your life
would you — could you — accept
them back
From death to dust and an urn?
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared — could you?
And all the adjustments you made —
evaporate!
The new lover, what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole
within your heart?
A new baby but not from him —
what then?
the possibilities of a Return, some sweet
but mostly a hidden poison — you think
secretly.
But in the end (their end) sprang
a new possibility!
You live your life as best you can.
Especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost
within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the Light!
:: 01132016 ::
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A sidewalk has cracks
A poet –> continents
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it hurts me that many wish to
make money
as i wish to make almost anything
ELSE! too be creative
it seems everyone thinks a helter-
freezer sun! Swelter! NEVER!
forever weazened irrefutable
i’m so unastonished
in my, in my
buttoned sea-laced
heart, just saying (huh, do you
think it’s a dream we’re dreaming)
maintaining,and(before my eyes
floating)inward,admonishing,dead;
the every-consumerism of this shell
i escape from by death:drowned only
and,YOU! personally responsible
for the entire layer of reality
to decay (makes a strength
bulge hearts by creative colors
of words and flower hearts
(politics are decayed houses
with people like flies who
buzz upon dead meat)-ly(steeples
of holy shit eager hands for
fame and money) gee i’m
stripped of my faith and hurts
me only to have smelled Love
–trip upon life’s cobble stones
:: 12262015 ::
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we met at the local coffee shop
and i told you our romance was over
you choked at first then cried
some tears and said you had already
left me
i walked away and did not look back
you were crying and so very alone
on the way home i saw a wreck
no survivors the police said to me
i saw your car then realized
your words //within the carnage
of twisted metal there you were
and had been dead for hours
:~~~:
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WHEN she died the world carried on
some knew and bled others fled
some stood instead but the ladies
hearing she’d passed cried
wishing they’d be the one to
greet her on the other side
these beautiful souls wore red
and some pink thinking bees
Emily wrote to the world
who never wrote her back
and finally one day by the door
a carriage stopped just for her
and they rode down a gravel road
and some in orange dresses
and some always in red
When finally the world heard
her voice she was already
buried and poetry is much the
richer by her.
:: 12242015 ::
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i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
crawling ashore
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.
:: 12172015 ::
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IT was with a bang
that first I heard
a thought: sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for sparrow so immense!
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked the world
my fear for the town so profound!
The third and last pierced my heart
and brought me back to my senses!
As the firing squad
completed their task
therein i died
remembering life as a dream!
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the tip of my temple eye
gazes(stealthily)
the floor of flowers
beyond the reach of
f l e s h
and only by spirit
does true love live(?)
A seed within my parched
m o u th
grew! into a single word
which i by heart and chords
sang etcetera love etcetera
” R E Q U I E S C A T !”
the resurrection of reckless
h a z a r d s
which befell my soul & /////:
H E A R T.
AND once upon a
(that is
over: and now for the grand
secret of where a true lover
goes when they shed their
mortal coil!
i(me)shall now know!
:: 12092015 ::
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i wish as i run thickly hurryingly
through greenery as they have taken
their last applause (the majestic angels)
above the ground soundly within the skies!
My tears (their eyes!) fall down mere feet
below my eyes leaving me upon a wooden stage
of strange life-acts. . . toward shadows
and much dismay — Upon stem, heart and soul
the life’s empty room I shall go!
:: 12072015 ::
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