Tag Archives: #passion

Yearning Love

THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own

but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.

And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


PASSION HOW ARE YOU NAMED

Passion! how are you named?
If fire then that is your touch;
but at times gentle too, softly
burning a moment.

The yearning is clearly spoken
with eyes and lips. And feelings
to run up the lane for all day.
Yet the sun follows feeding you.

Passion! how are you named?
If by heart then hear me now:
a torrential storm upon my mind
and white-capping waves in mine too!

Life is more mere than words as wine
the dew as red as beating hearts
we two incarnadined lips and souls,
passion is our name and nothing less!

:: 09-24-2017 ::


MORE EVIL THAN GODS

MORE evil
than gods &
loathing smiles
while wringing my
hands — at two-lips
so beveled
god the martini slog
~ so brutal taking life as
it is and miles to go
before I am useless.

:: 06-22-2017 ::


JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM

JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.

Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;

Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!

:: 06-24-2017 ::


Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


WITHIN MY PETALS

W
I
T
H
IN
M
y
Petals
a
ethereal
minstrel
d
o
e
s
Play!
l
w
a
y
s
the sun!

:: 03-11-2017 ::


THAT MUCH SLAUGHTERED FOR A SWEETNESS

so much darkness      so much light
when i cannot see      i remember
to never look directly into
that dark and sorry ending
(while the faithful are healing;
angels are mending (so many
as mountains)) and that much
slaughtered for a sweetness
we all call The Light.
:: 03-06-2017 ::


RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR

BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!

The power of:

self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.

Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.

The delusion of negative
energy.

And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.

:: 01-18-2017 ::


PATHéTIQUE

EMOTIONS are just no words
between the wind & just One
are the true feelings when
fleeing life’s seemingly
unjust pain!

AS like, oh tear-filled Soul!
With held-head high and heart
so sweepingly Low and the sky
weeps along with every broken
Spirit as the sun tending bent
stems in far-flung worlds
removes all barges of sand
-sadness against your heart.

And through your pain and
forgiving tears the soul clears
as blue as skies: exists
only for brevity of reprived
mortal pains!

And while the Earth apparently
stirs within mysterious ways,
you whom i shall never forget
who gave birth to love once
again (for me) the festival
is no longer a surprise as
i know your words like pillars
uphold my tender sensibilities:
and loveless life is treasonist
and the crime a punishment of
diminished returns!

:: 01-16-2017 ::


A MOMENT OF SELF-AWARENESS

To which THAT one awakens: it is not just the “me”
but the flesh that covers my modesty / we call
it humanity | as though each flesh of island
requires labels to offset such nonsense
as separatedness!

Being born is a moment; first steps then
tears and fears ensue /burst of self awareness
and as you knew: life is not short and you can
truly fly if you do not forbid something
indescribably precious for, “which no one ought
to see …”
i say life is not weird
but the human condition
the ribbon of perception told billions
of times within the lie of separatedness.
If i am alone then 7 billion too —
silliness! One is all and all is One
and all other perceptions shadows dancing
upon the walls!

:: 01-16-2016 ::