I CONFESS my disposition to the world
the nature of my being — my soul
that of romantic and tragic spirit
quarter me, pierce me, kiss me
but never break —
the beating heart within me
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I CONFESS MY DISPOSITION
WHEN LOVE IS THE EXCUSE
THE folly of such innocent doings!
That we mortals timidly shy
when love is the excuse for our ways
Where does this fit into nature?!
Does the babbling brook stop its song
when your ear is present to listen?
Does the warbler stop its warbling
and covers it’s head with its wings
when you walk upon its symphony?
No, cleary these things are not so!
So, dear fellow spirit of our world —
let love reign and shy not from it’s doings
It will surely make life and Earth
the paradise that it already is for all!
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A CURIOUS CONFESSION OF PASSION
MY lady who loves in discreet pleasures
behind castle walls of noble stone
that can cast a spell with a glance
and compel nature to perform miracles
I say to you that your life is my pleasure
and I am undone by your beauty and grace
This mere mortal who suffers daily in spite
of holy sacraments on regular basis
offers only a thimble of worthiness
in your eyes I can only wonder what thoughts
may clash between your mind and heart
but nonetheless I bravely speak my mind
As thunder speaks and lightning talks
and departed souls wander aimlessly
in a shroud of mist — I say to you yes you
I cannot live without your daily attention
and to suffer anything less…
will be my absolute and unequivocal undoing
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SHORELESS PEACE
OH tides that pull
and take me away
rapturous bliss
into that ocean
I go so peacefully
upon the jetsam
and heavenly flotsam
Such shoreless waters
permit me loving kisses
forever embraced
by the hottest blood
of that vast sea
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PSYCHIC MIND
AND in the land there be images
such an imprint of days before
a photograph of moving pictures
The thread of reality weaving
both emotion and image into one
a blueprint of what was before
We clean the slate with time
but the eye sees the state of order
and beneath the lie — therein lies
Psychic mind rest your thoughts
the gift of sight can make you blind
to the world from which you were born
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UNSEEN PLACES
ONCE again, as night falls
and I quiver from the pain
of absolute lonlieness
my heart races toward
unseen places —
where do I go
to find that place
where broken hearts
die alone
I fear —
fear the answer
such is my mind
to realize —
in death we gain
the love we lost
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I GUESS I’M FLOATING
WHETHER the floating begins at night
or surprises my heart within the day
my floating rises above the skies
and always ends with you at my side
So very gentle is the lift —
that soft and warm nudge at the start
its honey and thick and warm — like your heart
we float above and away with all its brought
I’m floating away
away with you
floating inside
the love of you
We’re soaring so close
close to the sun
it’s flames embracing
our souls as one
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CALM MY FEAR SWEET LOVE
YES it is so very tender
fragile to the touch
what a breath could break
but somehow — I do not know —
with you I trust
So tread so softly upon my heart
tip-toe across emotions like a ghost
and always remember this the most —
love is indestructable but not my heart
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PLEASURE ASIDE
I PACE my life in measured stride
and face my strive — pleasure aside
and though I know the pain of love
it soothes the ache within my soul
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MY SIMULACRUM LOVE
MY reproduction of love
so precise in detail
your sister distorted
intentionally ordered
Some say you are a fake
but truth becomes your right
in hyperreal distortion
I claim you as my own
Millennium have tried
to reproduce true nature
but in my century of pose
such claims took hold
Sorrowful metallic tears unfold
— facing naked prejudice
life is complete! — besides
composition of carbon or steel
You live but don’t breath
and eat but don’t thirst
and sleep but don’t dream
complete me you complete you
Some have asked a famous line:
do androids dream
of electric sheep
yes and more — such is love
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