i hear
everything seen
the vision but a gleam
in every air.
all the voices an ocean
as the farthest cries from
the sound of distant cities,
in the evening, within my
soul and mind.
Always.
i hear
everything touched
— and my spirit and visions!
stops along my path in life.
:: 08.24.2020 ::
confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our none
an emotion : the wave of ocean
that my life becomes
Life and as one
what more
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020
DEVASTATION;
utter beauty that what you do
unknowingly you do to me
Butterfly-lash deep pools
eyes of jewels stares within
my soul — which you do
What fragment-time!
The world vanishes while my soul
so near to you!
Love, my love, devastating love!
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 03-06-2018
IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know — and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably
i plead!
::12-24-2013::
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018
WONDERING HEART
\
don’t ask me:
i wondered long fields
lovingly wondering your
heart –> don’t tell me
how you hate me | i was
standing apart to deny
it –} if we could live
for ever -=-> if we hurt
each other; i told you
we all have spirits but
only a few have Souls:
i was there/
standing …
you were there — to watch
how love tears apart
imaginary lust.
:: 08..19.2020 ::
WE shared sunshine and laughter beneath an umbrella with cocktails and
absences of cloths –you had a glint within your eyes: remembering ancient
memories from ‘ago.’ I touched your skin (forearm)and you awoke. Toes deep
in sand//Explaining how you do this from time-to-time.\ you asked for another
Manhattan i retrieved it for you.
you drunk bitch.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
i WAS born upon a raft; castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth upon the briny deep
And i know vast waters
all points across an oceanic reality
But once i dreamed i was born
— be upon a land where all i see
::disharmony
all points across vast humanity
where fear and pain delivered a daily dose
now realize birth-induced reality
is far better than human insanity
::01/07/2014::
::REV: 08192020 ::
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