A CURIOUS thought
crossed my mind
that modern women
would strive to be
an equal to men…
this clearly
a lack of ambition!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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LACK OF AMBITION
SONG BIRD
SANG the song bird
so solemnly
upon it’s perch
unknowingly in peace
the destruction below
Innocence is blind
decayed reality
below the bridge
she sings to me
melodies of truth
Let’s sing a song
unsheathe the disease
and lay down the sword
the blade is worn
and life is sharp
The bewildered youth
clearly see melee
confusion is the union
Let our future control
and guide us to our fate
We sing the song bird’s
song of truth and light
perched so high above
it touches
— the film of heaven
:: 01/24/2014 ::
FEAR NOT
IF you do anything
out of love
You should never
be fearful
— of it’s outcome
:: 01-11-2013 ::
EMOTIONAL DIMENSION
THE emotional dimension
— most interesting
a part of the human-animal
a landscape built on perception
the landfill —
of revelations | experiences
beauty and truth and joy-pain
These nuances
constitute the human-experience
do beat down
such dark hole
some call depression
— spiritual malaise
threatens to eat us alive
::07/07/2014::
LIGHT AND DARKNESS
AND when I walked
the path toward the light
and you said that I could not see
what you meant was nothing darkness
and in the light I knew your heart
it was made of clay and dirt
and in this dirt you woke me up
and I saw the light within you
and we made the world into this rock
and so we reap now what we sow
Who will see the light within this darkness
who will make some sense of this?
I can only hope for light and love
and love is what we need this day
You will see light in the darkness
you will make some sense of this
and in the morning when you awaken
there will be a butterfly for you
Who will see the light within the dark
can you take this staff of light
and make it yours to remake this world?
I give you the dream of living life
::01-02/2014 ::
LOVE LETTER (vi)
IT WAS here beneath the willow upon this heart-kiss perfect day
that I caught the string upon which beats your tender heart.
My love what would such a song be if that sparrow could feel
that which burns for you within me? And those daisies that spread
yellow splashes of brilliant sun-skin upon God’s slice of paradise
— what paint-passion colors would the brush of Cupid stroke?
And the air my dearest beloved! What if the very air we breath
— could taste the fruit-love that grows upon thy vine of delectable passion!
Surely it would fragrant the likeness of cherry blossom no doubt!
My love — the night! Imagine the darkness changing it’s ancient wardrobe
upon seeing the crystal-light heart that burns brilliant within your warm bosom.
Dear Sweet Love, I clearly confess such things are at times emotionally and
devastatingly pleasurable to think whilst alone this night!
::12/21/2013::
WHAT TRUTH DOES SOOTHE YOUR HEART
WHAT truth does soothe your heart
blindly believing just the words
or that fire within the heart that burns
forging from grace a sensuous smile
great winds that carry it toward you
befitting the Queen you are so quaintly
Royalty in blood and spirit — ethereal
my sword at your beckoned call —
I slay the demons that climb your wall
and quench the thirst of your gentle throat
Gently I stroke the mane of silky hair
and fall do I into that grand land of lush
plushing thrusting bewilderingly rushing
across the field of yet another battle
— to conquer your love and heart
:::::
THE HUMAN LANGUAGE
THE HUMAN LANGUAGE is front-loaded
with the weaponry it requires
to destroy the bearer of any news
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