Tag Archives: #love

WHEN I AM IN LOVE

when i am in love, my lips do
not speak
and this is the Autum-Time
of all my loving
and you are such a sunlight
within color of table-cloths
when-WIND rush in Doubt or To
snare the timid-like
so little warmth i have
felt — feel me glowing and i
sat with you watching the sun
grow so low As the November
evening mauls a New Curve of
love where lovers kiss and
pant
(i kissed flesh like a boy
toy-balloon heart lifting
the highest portion of this soul)
as the ancient words of mouthLife
obscurely twitch through With breathing
as(honestly loving)Lips of a deep
lap THE enormous mindless passion
dreaming within wakefulness i
say: “What her mouth thinks of
(as if it were her engine-
then i am a piston fired)me
she shows in summers as the
keeper of those eyes i feel, love
through all of time yeah yeah

:: 09-10-2015 ::


PERFECT ONE

My deartest
I should never
express I am
empty compared
to your heaven
that I am which
by nature expressed
this then is the incomparable
love. A flower whose name
the angels sing,
“Destiny” love So sweetly
gentle heart come toward
the love given by the Hand
of Our Eternal One
Oh! Love! I await for you
in all my tenderest patience
you, the Perfect One!

:: 09-06-2015 ::


THE IMPERIAL GARDEN

THE IMPERIAL GARDEN

I walk the Imperial Garden of Abstract Thoughts
where the hedges are theorems
and the fountains run on doubt.

The roses are syllogisms—
each petal a premise,
each thorn a conclusion
that bleeds.

A statue of the Self
stands in the center,
headless, holding a mirror
that reflects the gardener.

The gardener is me.

The moon is a period
at the end of a sentence
nobody finished.

I walk the paths
the way a word walks
through a poem
it did not choose.

At the gate,
a sign reads:

EXIT ONLY

in a language
I have not yet learned.
I stay anyway.

The garden is mine
the way a scar is mine—
not chosen,
but carried,
and somehow
still beautiful.


B R O K E N HEARTS

To have had a broken heart
is a righteous moment of
appeasement that you
accept love in all forms
To have broken a heart
is a deeper debt of one’s
soul difficult to repay

:: 09-04-2015 ::


EXOGENESIS OF EROS

i saw the seen within you
the love when you realize
how it feels
the poem abstractly direct
and all fallen leaves which
maybe crumble beneath my
dreams analog ascension
exactly toward a beautiful
connection of spirit:
To taste with eyes
to kiss with tongue
because i am the descendant
of all love as you as us
as we as me as all

it is my heart that proclaims
all fiction a rhythm of wind
blowing a story of the beginning
and ending of all stories told

an exogenesis of Eros

:: 099-04-2015 ::


S P I R I T U A L T E C H N O L O G Y

Indecision brings Grey skies
more than you swear
and if i see your vectored
love: the lines of possibility
fades away! washes away
miracles. Did you see the one
with a top hat? 1880? If this
is the ;moment of fractured time
wash way! walk away! ; love,
i will find you again.
2nd Genesis: vacuum victory
history //and this is emergency
of love! walk away \\time machine
and mind//a spiritual technology
surpassing life

:: 09-02-2015 ::


SHE HELD THE ROSE

I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing
(i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves
mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
scattered by my exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with a single
rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is
where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


READY TO CONFESS

YOU say, ‘love, so be it’
and i will pretend i am
ready || you whisper
within hot skin ‘I want
to place all my secrets
within your heart’
until i get out of all
this mess//and if you say,
‘I’ll be here when you’re
ready, love.
When you’re ready
to confess.

:: 09-01-2015 ::


WE PLAY IN FALLEN LEAVES

WHEN i close my eyes
like now:warm evening nights
and curtains dancing-like what
i wish for my heart
when i close my eyes
like now:feelings hot like passion
and i look at my soul so alone
i wish for my life
wish for autumn days when we play
in fallen leaves and sip coffee and
talk of a life-never apart IS when
i close my eyes, makes me want to
die within your arms The one i yet
to meet but breaths and is so beautiful!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


THE PICNIC

Twixing yellow-cupped flowers
breezing touched-tip
of pollination wing! Flitters
–ingly my moist-eyed beautiful
love where exposed feelingCountry
side of rolling hills thrill romance
beeSTUNG-luscious lips smother
my-tied heart as is my whole mind
and soul, dear exquisite lover

:: 09-01-2015 ::