I GIVE TO YOU my feelings
upon a silver platter
Which feeling you choose
to devour is up to you
but choose carefully
there are so many tasty bits
to savior and consume
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TASTE OF FEELINGS
AND WHO IS THAT CHILD
AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
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THE MAN WHO FELL TO SPACE
I AM a bundle of confused what-if’s
swimming southward toward the State
— of ‘Has-Been’
Knowing so very well my passport
has become full and expired
No country can claim me
— not even your Earth
I am the man that fell to space
and can never return…
lost in your meanings — such language
cultures, music, poetry — too much!
The whales they understand such feeling
your largest creature for a reason
the hottest blood, heart and soul swims
But I have drowned
and so go I must…
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I CAN’T SAY
I can’t say
what other people
think of poetry…
But I know that
it speaks to me
when it’s truth
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THE ‘BUY-IN’
IT is…a remarkable thing
that which is organic
has a thought but is just flesh
and to feel! — what sorcery!
The ‘buy-in’ for this world
that others from beyond
wish to visit this rock of stuff
is that meat-talks…feels…
and has the spark of divinity!
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IMPERIAL GARDEN OF ABSTRACT THOUGHT
[AS a wish just to me
I choose to speak —
in abstract poem
so here I say
to you the brave…]
MOSTLY shiver in my veins
beneath coiled rivers
in steel-stained vanes
how could she ever know
broken records shattered
polyvinyl grooves within my soul
beat the skip in troves of love
catch the dove within it’s peace
twist the neck of lover’s pain
and whisper neatly blood-red stains
[My apologies if I gave confused
— in return I have to go
that Imperial garden
of abstract thought
so I leave — shattered soul]
:():
LIGHT’S WARDROBE
AH!, light’s formal wear
stars, pulsars, nebulae
comets, gamma-ray – stay away!
just the trimmings might I say
but when the light must entertain
out of the cosmic closet
— it pulls away
the skin of human into a suit
gender — what to pick!
consider the role that you wish:
male skin so brute and rough
— to the touch!
Female-elegance to impress…
Impress I say! All the way!
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MONET’S NIMPHEE
THERE is an art between the green
lushes fern-meadow dripping wet
and on the ground swirling pond
A melancholy-lust bursting kiss
such desire have I to jump across
Monet’s Nimphee and into the mist
Monet, paint for me the love you see
and cast your brush across the sea
of the land and salt within my heart
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