DO NOT VACCINATED AGAINST THE EARTH
it is the brightest of nights; the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life; kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
Do not vaccinate against the Earth.
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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AND IF I GO AWAY
WITHIN the hands
of my love\forever love
So i express
it’s my love every
where dear — oh how
it’s understood
everywhere
And when we pinch
money to live ; it’s
our love understood
how i love my love.
AND WHEN the cold comes
in seasons my love warms
me as love should.
Oh, my love and only my
love holds the key
to me.
:: 1.07.2021 ::
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I TASTED a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human depravity
to hear Beethoven –
Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125
I tasted a feeling of wonderment
more than once within a span of life
greatness prevailed human ignorance
to understand Einstein –
E-MC2 is not small fare of ingenuity
I tasted a feeling of profound shame
more than once within a span of life
to read of tyranny –
Hitler, Mussolini, Mao, and Pol Pot
Wonderment is a bitter-sweet taste
it holds no-bar the color of bearer
wept we should and must we be in awe
humanity so beautiful yet so horrific!
::01/07/2014::
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DEAR visitor I ask that you never assume
based on visual evidence that you consume
my age what you see — biologically
I am still within and maybe more —
arrested development in societal terms
but within the soul I am much more so
To dream of simple-that is earmarked youth
amazed am I in all I see — clearly believe
in me — thrives the little-see wondrously
Arrest the thought and hang upon me-say
what you do is what you are and how you live
I dream and think and love and see and wish to be…
the little boy who wonders and sees
in fantastical terms of ordinary things
and kiss-be the lovely life he shares with we!
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