IT is…a remarkable thing
that which is organic
has a thought but is just flesh
and to feel! — what sorcery!
The ‘buy-in’ for this world
that others from beyond
wish to visit this rock of stuff
is that meat-talks…feels…
and has the spark of divinity!
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AH!, light’s formal wear
stars, pulsars, nebulae
comets, gamma-ray – stay away!
just the trimmings might I say
but when the light must entertain
out of the cosmic closet
— it pulls away
the skin of human into a suit
gender — what to pick!
consider the role that you wish:
male skin so brute and rough
— to the touch!
Female-elegance to impress…
Impress I say! All the way!
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YES there is a light
that bright light within
so warmly burning
eternally so warming
Yearning…
And so you catch a star
gently swinging from afar
and fall upon your head
— softly-bump your heart
And all your pennies falling
across a peppered-ground
tears so burning
— but not a sound
Dry-heaving sobs inside beating
fearful once it’s started…
and uncontrolled reeling
across the ground scattered feelings
But when it’s over – yes it shall
that inner strength releases
sunbeams of perpetual soul-light
and then shall you know —
the immortal soul you are…
unbreakable…
indisputably strong
unshakeable…
singing swan song
::)(::
DEAR visitor I ask that you never assume
based on visual evidence that you consume
my age what you see — biologically
I am still within and maybe more —
arrested development in societal terms
but within the soul I am much more so
To dream of simple-that is earmarked youth
amazed am I in all I see — clearly believe
in me — thrives the little-see wondrously
Arrest the thought and hang upon me-say
what you do is what you are and how you live
I dream and think and love and see and wish to be…
the little boy who wonders and sees
in fantastical terms of ordinary things
and kiss-be the lovely life he shares with we!
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IF you wish to see such magic
that life can be —
cleary come with me!
I shall spin both you and me
— around and round
until such spin does us take
— oh does such spin take
to the center of CAPIZ
There you will note that nothing is
as it is within our world of here
And what you thought you clearly knew
— I blew away into yonder realm
lost within the-all of you!
So come with me and take a seat
— and look and see!
To CAPIZ is nothing more than belief
of magic and that of you and me!
::~::
In respect to the need for immortality —
it is a disease of fantasy for the mind
there could be no worst sentence if you can
believe in these words I say to you now
To watch your love wither away into sand
and see your children grow and die
and much more is such pain that you’ll see
cities grow and rot and decay
morals, art, and music sway
all the while you remain
the soul you are in a river of change
If I can choose between death and life
I choose to be the whisper upon the wind
and chase the dreams into my other lifes
and live again and again in perpetual immortality
A different face, life, skin, and family
encased within an immortal skin of soul-life
>>::<<
I FEAR my walls are too tall to scale
and you will regret you tried
how many broken nails would you give
to find the soul within my skin?
The lunacy of it all to believe in faith
that when the heart speaks you must listen
what passion drives you assume you must take
but what end state does your soul desire?
I only have true love and a golden heart
is that more than the treasure you dream
to comfort you in your days through life?
The question is not of love but faith
So you wish to live with me and maybe die
through the seasons of joy and pain and life
The fabric of your dress will fade and rot
in the grave — but our love will brilliantly survive!
::/::
FATHER who art in Heaven
allow my emotions to wither
that I can live a normal mortal-be
the streams of feeling overwhelm
it can be torrential I know you see
my blessing such curse within my skin
a lightening pole for stormy needs
So I pray just to you — if I can
just to be a simple drop of rain
crystal-clear and wet with tears
to fall from heights so great and tall
just me and my fellow tears is all
and at night when no eyes can see
the swollen tears I shed for thee
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THE reason for living one’s life
in basked light and giving hands —
you breathe within me a calming need
to bathe at length within your love
The smell, a drunken passion in you —
sweet bumblebee (that’s me)
to pollinate my fields so far and wide
with your golden liqueur of nectar spirit
The tickle of my probing need so gently
upon your burst-colored skin —
just a taste is all I need!
Nature turn these petals into wings…
…and come fly with me!
::–::
IT was there within the crack
of a sun-baked sidewalk
a beaten trampled path upon
that I placed my brittle soul
next to the weeds that grew
within a gritty soiled ground
Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
I see your sole but lost my own
Is the reason why I choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that I watch the walkers leaving me?
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