WITHIN a moment
Inside this morning
And gossamer floating
Within this moaning
Across the hills
beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
Happened –
To find me!
A release of joy
A piece of peace
A taste of lore
And i found me
Within this morning
Within this moment
Across the hills
Beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
It happened –
i found me!
:: 01-23-2018 ::
(Chopin’s Ghost)
THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
AS they fall
gently fall
From high tree
to ground
are dreams
as leaves
A season
to believe
The world!
a carnival
As we upon
a carousel
We dream upon
a merry-go-round!
:: 01-17-2018 ::
IF the ant should perish
making a home
IF the woman too
within her abode!
AND if man shall
befall grief
AND children too –
What falling dreams
which have no wings!
Belief is a wish
and life a truce ~
the barrier a
tie breaker for
Souls!
:: -1-14-2018 ::
IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.
A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.
Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.
LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!
THEN IT WAS DONE.
I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.
Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.
LIKE MY MIND at this moment.
But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.
:: 01-14-2018 ::
LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!
Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!
O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!
And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;
This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!
:01-14-2018:
WITHIN my heart
and Spirit
I have two hands
holding you
Within my breath;
your voice too
, my undying love.
And dreams of you
I dream as more
that of
holding onto you
AS tender with candor
– which joins
and sings the Goddess
of longing Love
and of innocence the
first kiss — the blush
of kindness; and HOPE
(wherein all indred
Souls feel blessed)
And you; a service
of life and love and
A DREAM of life —
Defies natural elements
that deceive doublt,
I accept the offer.
:: 01-12-2018 ::
AND shall my dream of you be compared
to the best of life’s dreams?
AND IF by chance love and more temperately
dreams of rough winds shall not shake
the broken bone of my hand — and at times,
angelic eyes spot the easy-soft
moment of a hard heart: as then, every
fair and fair from broken heart: sometimes
a lost eye: AND then by thermal heat:
EARTH & HEART posssesing eternal lines
of time that thou growest: So long
as love and flesh and Soul can breath;
and as so long as humanity can live
and breed and become MATURE.
And as though humans
can be complete
alone!
Not without love.
:: 01-10-2018 ::
AMAZED i am
and bewildered
thinking of all the past
(now famous) poets,
who struggled in small parts
by life ~ I adore mostly
the few who have touched my
Soul and Spirit!
Even much more the painters!
Van Gogh!
We cannot judge
because we mostly are cowards
unable to release the fear
of complete rejection,
I smile, for always they say “I,”
when confronted by truths
Every time and within every
breath they deny
when something small creeps
into their Souls — I!
Like the words spoken so
long ago: “I am.”
And though i am Spirit & Soul,
i love and need love
But for many years i denied.
She brings to me hope
and strength and a future
but the enemies are large
and strong.
:: 01-06-2018 ::
COSMOLOGICAL ILLNESS
ON a twisted dream
the mind slips.
Libra –lost balance
: the small pebbles
fall — freeMale
goat Crazed Cancer
ASCENDANT by a
configuration of lip-
cursed
star-studded
angel hair.
ALL deep thoughts
abused and bruise
by
Melancholy Souls:
A Price all pay
for orchards of
baby breath
Dream, dream, dream
aslant, disjoined
| bulging thoughts
Like a protoanimal to
the New Year of
flat-breasted
|birthing universe
: a bright star
co-joined by a dying
Universe dis-
lonelied, an eternal
circle shivers
quivering bliss-
fully.
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