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The bed, a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
Willingly i go – to my death
He comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
Mother, I’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
The coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper.
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You have a wonderful smile…
atomic…The light of a sunset
before it explodes across the horizon
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Quito sing the song of my heart!
Between your mountain ranges
the air is light — so high you are!
I watch the lights at night’s fall
Basillica Del Voto in all her grandeur
Sweet Ecuador holds you so dear!
You were born upon the ruins
of an ancient Inca city
I lay my soul at your feet
Sing to me my Andean highlands
Kiss me with your ancient lore
dust my lips — so gently close my eyes
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Compassion is a natural extension of our understanding and wisdom.
With true wisdom we grow more compassionate for the people we meet.
And with compassion we ourselves grow wiser.
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To thee I say:
What is the most beautiful poem
that kindles your heart so brightly
for mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds
Before me I clearly see such prose
your heart, face and soul
Is thoust most beautiful poem
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I am so tired of the physical
I want to reach inside your skull
And kiss the soul that stares
back at me — and understands
Just hush and take my hand
I am the drug
that will contract —
the gulf between your animal and soul
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My love affair so ineffable
surely description falls
as gently as the leaves
Like rich hot chocolate
you cover in color
the ground – a blanket of leaves
Soothing – so active a sound
of trembling acorns
that plunk across the roof —
Life, like the taste of apple
that covers cinnamom sticks…
My farm — this life has tilled
the spirit of a certain few
so touched am I — even thrilled
But no thing comes close
to the apparel of mother nature
on any day — in her autumn regal
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There are some
Equations
whose solutions are not
based on numbers
but love
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I MET the devil wearing a sundress — this day in May
she winked at me in a most persuasive way
and asked if I had change for thirty pieces of silver
being poor I only had my soul to offer — this day
we strolled across the river of Life — I almost fell in
nimble and fast, she caught my heartstrings — and said:
“never again do that” — and my eyes bled, my heart caught fire
I beg to be devoured by pleasure than wracked by life today…
She loves me as the Libra that I am – so romantic in my ways
I grab onto the drops of her tears — so swept away this sinful day
The giver who never expects a gift in return –if only for love
When doves die do they fly north or south – remain in place I say
Within my body a magnetic heart — attracts and burns some souls
and crows sing the song forgotten for so long as we dance for days
Twilight burns pavement and heals unborn promises this way
Ice cries and fire smiles all the while we wept as humans in life
I met the devil today — she was wearing the mask I lost in childhood
Asking not what I could do for her — she gave a love — unmatched
Burning fields of daisies as we walked thru the countryside by side
the rains came — the skies moaned and asked for flesh and bone today
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KILL me first
then gently kiss me
give birth to my reason
then erase all my meaning
tell me you really care
while you burn away my dreams
tread softly upon my reasons
while stabbing my tender heart
but never say you hate me
nor lie to my ears while I sleep
just hug me with your sharp talons
and on the morning gently bury me
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