THE abyss of the maternal
from which we spring forth
the deepest love eternal
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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DEEP WITHIN
THAT which dwells
so deep within
not placed there
by God or birth
but through the pain
still unresolved
:: 01-25-2014 ::
ALL THINGS CONSIDERED
HUMAN speech
so shallow
Written word
so deep
A prick of time
fleeting
But passion
for love eternal
:: 01-25-2014 ::
MY SOURCE
THE deep I need
a source in life
the well I draw
to quench my words
If it dries
my life will wither
and my spirit to dust
will crumble
:: 01-25-2014 ::
SPACE OF A CRAWL
I DIED not upon a cross
but within the space
of a crawl
The pain was more
than a swollen wave
that crashes upon a shore
But the pull remains
and my shoreline’s thinner
If a fish I would drown
within the sand
that a whale would devise
a plan to evade your tide
So the world I crucify
and slip into an ocean deep
:: 01-25-2024 ::
THE RAREST COLOR
I SAW today
the rarest color
of them all
that which nature
bestows to one
It was not a star
nor human
but a creature
most dapper
‘Twas the peacock’s
neck blue region
only visible upon
a brightly lit day
is the most
heavenly blue!
:: 01-25-2014 ::
COUNCIL IN LIFE
I HAVE bypassed
the thinker
for he gave me
bad advice
Now a joy
I can not measure
a feeling
beyond pleasure!
My council
in life’s matters
now rest
upon shoulders
of my ancient soul
— such wisdom
to live a life
of such leisure
is an immense treasure!:: 01-25-2014 ::
SUCH FIRE
THE day began
as a fire
burning it did
the line’s horizon
What grand power
to hush the dark
in tender hour…
Such a fire
burns within
— a daily dose
to chase away
such darkness
for repose!
:: 01-25-2014 ::
SOLILOQUY SPEAKS FOR ME
TONIGHT I’m so dry
but so heart-sweaty
And I can feel you
prancing all around me
So I saved my life today
when – of you I stopped
thinking yea, almost drowned
within my lust all for you
But I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
For months I drank your blood
we can’t always do that we want
at least that’s what everyone says
but I won you in a game of chance
and your braid rests upon my heart
And I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
So soliloquy speaks for me
upon my stage I break the rule
no matter what they think
and they think what they want!
I’m still hungry for you
Yea, no matter what I do
I’m still hungry for you
::01/02/2014::
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