SWEET wonder-thought
I visit you often
within my safe-case
Away from the noise
of frentic soul-sought
My comforter be still
Allow me this moment
so late this evening
I feel be-ought thus
we oneness are
Nothing more needed
only you this one-night
Hush…no thought…
Undulating bliss…
No-thing for naught!
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SWEET WONDER-THOUGHT
ALLOW ME
ALLOW me — father time
Cover me gracious one
that age and wear
do not for me
into despair — recede
Keep such fire —
that compels for me
zest and happiness
Disperse the shadows
Love — come closer to me
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MY LiGHT SWEET LiGHT
My light sweet light
that covers my soul
comfort this night
as my heart and soul
And bring to Earth
Love and Peace
and allow my actions
to reflect such light
as I also comfort
those I do so love
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MY LIVING SPIRIT
Today the winds — gently
into the window blew
Flowers upon the table
danced their natural move
And so I felt
— strangely true
a return of something
dear to me
— a closest friend
My Living Spirit
back to me
I welcome thee
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MONSTER
I WOKE you from your slumber
not knowing the animal you were
and you ate me — heart and soul
Your bites made me cry
I dove like a feather
against a hurrican sky
you were busy — so busy
tasting my spirit and soul
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
give me the reins of life
I just want to move on…
I want to start over
Yeah — but I realize
there’s nothing left of me
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I’m half of what I use to be
just a pie in the sky
a slice of a feather
floating from hell to heaven
I’m a broken record
nothing more than a skip
across the stylus of love
You were a monster
living in my heart
just a monster
doing your part…
I want to have control
but my head is in my heart
nothing good comes from this
so I cry and laugh all the same
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CHERISH THE LIVING TRUST
CHERISH
the living
trust
— of those
that touch
the heart
of your soul
and never spoil
— the spirit
but bask
within the lover
who kindles
and ignites
your soul
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SING TO ME LULLABY
AND WHEN I’m within
your warm and gentle arms
sing me to sleep
hush my baby —
close your teary eyes
Don’t try to awake me
you say —
because I will be over there
in the land of bliss
and I love you — you care
I won’t disturb your paradise
but only need some advice
what will it take to awake
when you’re gone and I’m alone
Hush my baby dear —
have more than faith
and don’t you fear
love is as it was…
and shall be with your heart
Sing to me
lullaby
so I can live
and cherish
the heart God has given
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Loving care
for our hearts
and damn the world
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TASTE OF FEELINGS
I GIVE TO YOU my feelings
upon a silver platter
Which feeling you choose
to devour is up to you
but choose carefully
there are so many tasty bits
to savior and consume
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AND WHO IS THAT CHILD
AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
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THE MAN WHO FELL TO SPACE
I AM a bundle of confused what-if’s
swimming southward toward the State
— of ‘Has-Been’
Knowing so very well my passport
has become full and expired
No country can claim me
— not even your Earth
I am the man that fell to space
and can never return…
lost in your meanings — such language
cultures, music, poetry — too much!
The whales they understand such feeling
your largest creature for a reason
the hottest blood, heart and soul swims
But I have drowned
and so go I must…
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