IF there is one love for all
then love is simply
s t r e t c h ed small
Love; the singular tear drop
fallen upon a mountain large:
which finds a path through
stone and dirt until reaching
center bottom.
LOVE
the single and only
EXTRAORDINARY as twlight’s
first throated burst of
mornings or evenings |
and IF there is one love
for all if for all
then I have met Love
which is why I love all.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
my bubble(kiss)
static-skin
full (a)round
my pink airJail
the beautiful
lofty curve
released
and float
away
:: 10-13-2014 ::
CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
I CUDDLED my emotions
when fear brought me roses
and knew that such ways
— as me
can play an instrument
— psychosis
Simpler to just praise it all
the good and bad
— and sad and fears
an occasional bottle
— of broken tears
then to wrap it up
and embrace the birth of death
++()++
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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[In regards to fragments of poetry]
THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
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