Empty words, emotionally inward —
a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself
Running away to a very last one.
The tears turn dry.
As love cries.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
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WITHIN A MOMENT
WITHIN a moment
Inside this morning
And gossamer floating
Within this moaning
Across the hills
beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
Happened –
To find me!
A release of joy
A piece of peace
A taste of lore
And i found me
Within this morning
Within this moment
Across the hills
Beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
It happened –
i found me!
:: 01-23-2018 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – L
(Chopin’s Ghost)
THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
CRITICAL PHASE OF HUMANITY
AND shall my dream of you be compared
to the best of life’s dreams?
AND IF by chance love and more temperately
dreams of rough winds shall not shake
the broken bone of my hand — and at times,
angelic eyes spot the easy-soft
moment of a hard heart: as then, every
fair and fair from broken heart: sometimes
a lost eye: AND then by thermal heat:
EARTH & HEART posssesing eternal lines
of time that thou growest: So long
as love and flesh and Soul can breath;
and as so long as humanity can live
and breed and become MATURE.
And as though humans
can be complete
alone!
Not without love.
:: 01-10-2018 ::
A LATE NIGHT FEELING
Yes, my love you do realize
I have not touched your soft
skin yet but I have touched
your softer soul? And how
should I lift my Spirit toward
the great distance between us
two? That is a feeling of great
pain but I would gladly share
it with this darkness and all
lost things to hold your hands,
my dear.
But then again, apart we are
but together within heart and Soul:
what touches you touches me.
And if I sing a sad song you sing
a happy one — and if you drop
your precious tears I catch them
within my lips and save them
for your moments of joy.
And what universal player is
this thing we call love?
O sweet song!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
TWO PURPLE TULIPS
THE ENTIRE Earth: a watch
that tells the heart when
you are awake and sleeping.
I feel
the movement of Beethoven’s
Sonatas and your dreams:
like a butterfly sighing
and escapes from between
your parting lips dreaming of me.
Then as though upon the
tips of tulips I am flying!
Searching vast fields to
find the one beautiful
perianth: and your berries
within the tulip’s ovary!
And now my search is found
within a forest of fragments
of greens, browns, sparrows,
and splintered wood:
The Earth’s watch has stopped
for eternally us!
Away with nature’s winds!
a lifetime,
a lifetime,
together within eternity
and two purple tulips
excited that fiber of time
has climaxed upon our moment!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
POEM No. 9
……….
I am love
AND THOUGHT
THE EVERY
emotion of life!
the smallest
and biggest FAILURE!
THE kiss upon the
cheek of life!
THE birth! AND
death of thoughts!
The sincerest touch
of compassion
and forgiveness!
My arms open for all!
who wish to be
my friend — I am you.
As the great SPIRIT
encased within flesh
as we all are blind
to the deepest truths;
but we know we know!
THE TRUTH!
BY DIVINE BEING
we are the MORE!
:: 12-27-2017 ::
YOUNG MAN
young man LOOK behind
those that came before
you
young man a lot like me
a lot like you before
me (before I was 24)
And time and life is
a lot like space time just
us
I’ve lived inside my mind
— just a paradise
like a heart that won’t
die like so many before us
Oh lullaby i say like a
rusty nail that won’t
get tossed
oh love, i need someone
who will love me
the whole day through
so much so i sing
your lullaby
watching everyone
walking through the
looking glass —
but i’m all for you
So young man
love begets love
and fear less
If you want a life.
:: 12-26-2017 ::
LIKE AN ANGEL
On the cover everything seems so swell
but …
Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole
Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere
And within your heart
I wish to be
Like an angel hovering
above the storm
Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes
Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you
I’ll wait for you…
Like an angel singing
to all of heaven
Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing
I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.
:: 12-26-2017 ::
THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH
I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.
:: 12-22-2017 ::
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