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MY feet are wasted
i have relieved myself
upon them.
In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days
My youthful dreams
that i knew close the crypt
upon the somber skies
And the Book of My Life
have many torn pages
just pulp scars of living
actually all by the power
of love fallen so it’s
me i’m writing of
you can take me to a place
called hell i have a hat
hanging on it’s wall
So then, my expansive unknown
always be! That we all
can dream a dream
and eventually meet the day
we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones
lament on such a beautiful day
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What is the span of time
compared to love?
A week, or month or centuries?
And how would the heart survive
within a myriad of perils
at the foot of that abyss?
And how long does a man
spend dying?
The brain thinks as the
fingers thrump the counter top
and no knowledgeable priests
or philosopher knows — i know
seeing god and devil part their ways
to visit the eternal void
And all these happen-stance
wittinesses will count to twelve
and keep the secret within their
inner most hearts!
:: 12152015 ::
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LETTER III
Him To Her
IF a cloud becomes to large who moves it
to cry it’s nurturing tears upon the land?
And if a spiritual power is like a lover
then lovers are in the best company who
wear clothes called human skin!
Surely no sensible man would think a letter
written to you would coincidentally fall
upon your hands (without design) by a mutual
friend; each word i spoke in ink i try
to move away from any awakening
of our past misfortunes. Your nights are
lovely and quietly whispering of human
love; yet my passion has been under restraint
as thoughts in a bird cage wishing free air
to fly. Yet, i feel my passion makes me
sensible to its impressions and as the
caged bird as is my love for you i begin
to persuade my spirit it is a superfluous
trouble to break free my emotions for you.
i awoke this morning to a bright sun which
greeted me and then my heart which did shone
brightly casting shadows of doubt about
this love you embrace for evenings.
Let us share them? We can write things
in this night and sing and love another!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
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LETTER II
Her to Him
THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.
i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
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And the fields of color bending down to smile
bowing through and through
when you –> passing by || the sun feels you
~~~~~ turning the screw
|| all of you ||
And the shadows of mind all the way near
the river of lost souls s c r e a m “OH YOU!”
We are the living souls of lost paradise .
Youthful larger !
\/\/\/ mature GIANTS \/\/\/
sO oh hell yeah : it’s way down humble’a
nimblest future dream when we begin to grow
so way down into night we feel how life says
“Stand up! Be counted!”
Whatever you need is all within that heart that beats:
Youthful larger mature giants
so beyond the grasp of mental midget minds
A SALUTE TO YOU!
:: 06-30-2015 ::
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AND I wandered down
the fair-lane of silent notes
and purple dust of twilight nights
and your love always reminds me
of my soul and all the notes of reminding me
<we are a part of wonder;/> love is now
the the memories of years
so gone by; down the lanes
and I see love is not the stardust
of forgetting hearts and love is now
the stardust of the music of our hearts
Gentle gentle night I forgave all the dreams
like fireflies like the gentleness of my soul
and the shadows of my chills
and the stains upon my satin hills
upon the pillow I sleep
I know you never listened
you did not know how
Love my dreamy swirling heart
I see you changing hue and of amber gray
upon the day and upon the fields
I stroke as an artist upon a white canvas
to understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for all your pain
and no one listened but me
So will you listen now? They
could not love you and still your love was true
upon this stormy night you took my hand
I say I was always here for you
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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BE still bea-
ting aching
d
y
i
ngLY
wishing dream(ing)
h e A R T
when nowhere lines
the treeline of
life and com-
passion! Be well
beating fists
upon my mind!
over Ocean’s voice
through seagull’s throat
that mortal path
beneath restless
d r e a m s
TO WISH is butterfly
wings! To awaken:
rebirth of Life!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
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BURST<!> That life could!
By passion the greenest
trees and FruitSun rise!
My eyes caught upon that
morning thighSkies I saw
this nature within you too
I go my love, my dearest beloved
there by the boldest path between
the largest oak and field
o’flowers–toward this dream
of eternal bliss!
BURST! Paints a life of
lovers!
:: 05-11-2015 ::
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the deep thing
we wish to do!
to draw or paint
or write or love
a few to do,
an impossible all!
an any or all
is a life of art!
it is by nature
— that moves
us all!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
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AND where does
love go
When upon the last
ember of life
a lover sheds
her golden cord
and takes flight
I call you, sweet face
By day and not just night
and between the moments
where two knees do fall
And too, I go! There!
upon the waves of
eternal love
:: 01-20-2015 ::
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