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The smart phone is killing the mind,
the wet sponge, an abstract small nut
within the white shell. It’s
demise is a thing locked within
the spirit of creative engineering.
I am holding regardless.
Bundled within my tight
blanket it smothers,
It’s inviting; at red lights,
truck stops, bookstores, and strip clubs.
An allure of shiny machinery;
the magical device,
connecting souls
to the honey hole
of all our desires.
A true confession requires
deep admission, and the cloak
of denial is the largest entrance,
and technology has the largest door.
Built not of clay but polycarbonate
is its face
our friend is a liquid display
of glass like Alice we look into
the mirror for lying truths.
My hi-tech golem I love you
my aching fingers do
more than the lover
across the table for two,
But the golem of hi-tech
cannot thinkSpeak, like Sanhedrin
described when Rav Zeira asked
a question, there was no reply…
NOT YET…
:: 11-13-2014 ::
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UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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Soully by falling heartFeet
i held you lunar love,
the constant companion
over me lighting darkness
A whisper across spaceless
timeWalls sweet Light
my Lunar lovely one!
And all clearly now for me
not division of thought
but by love of precision
I see you up there hanging
across the GodHand Cosmos
And though distance stings
Our midnight kisses memories
And though the sun comes again
I still know the gently softness
of your Lunar Light Breasts
I share the love and beauty
of your gracefull presence
and hunger besets my days
while waiting for My Luna!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
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like some
LOVER
:: 11-04-2014 ::
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she took me inside
her thought
i ate the darkness//
my heart shared a milk-
shake tart-kissed
the stomach scar where
my life died inside
the umbilical cord
word of her
SpringWomb kiss
i sit and wish
i could express
the bliss of you
my voice-slit
so the snake
could slither
into your
darklit heart
From womb
to tomb
i surrender
my life
your hand
rocks the crib
of my youth
from bloom
to hedonistic
doom i love you
forever jasmine
my botanical
toothed love
my forNever
Springwomb Kiss
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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did you see! my kiss
in that breeze
maybe you saw
a butterfly-heart
wet and brilliant
flutter by
flutter heart
what season of love
my sun-bliss kiss
upon tiny lips
tulips to kiss!
that butterfly heart
a summer’s dream too
:: 04-22-2014 ::
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i
My sorrow surrounds me today
It is not a garment I wear
but a thing that sticks to me
Weep I do to one day leave it
ii
No, i do not dwell in sorrow
dear, i grab life and love
each time it my way passes
but my fingers are tired
iii
it is not a thing of flesh
but more-so a breath of air
and her scent is nature
to me she is Mother Nature
iv
What poem could i share
mere words of love and joy
but these are of fire-pain
run far-hide from my stanzas
v
but if the seven wonders come
and you should match them all
and if blood and fear is no thing
then my heart is yours forever
vi
a whisper escapes my spirit
my soul could not dare say
but i believe in you much so
it’s not of pain and fear
:: 03-21-2014 ::
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The morning sees a day of light
a crescendo of movement my love
and what we say today echoes
into that heart and space-time
we are not privileged to live
it is a gift and not a right
a rented soul-cage are we all
no script given above living
so we move and walk and talk
and give and take and squawk
the negative takes but know
the giving gives more-so dear
therefore do not let flesh
overrule the day — Amen
but that beating heart give
more than you take in life
:: 03-21-2014 ::
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stone monolith cry
shaped like humans
they wept boulders
and Earth below
shakes tremor love
oh, think twice
what paradise lost
it’s another day
and we all cry
I am a loser girl
and you are lonely
and we cry same tears
think twice today
we are humans living
in a stone paradise
glass towers empty
and fake smiles too
what heat love heart
a clover in fields
maybe we shed cover
and clovers beloved
and you call out
to the crying clown
he gives you balloon
and that smile drawn
is it you or a dream
Do we cry for paradise
or a chance to love
and what can we say
lipstick magic smile
for a day in paradise
what can we sing girl
just another day
in our dreams or chance
I choose to believe
I believe in love
and life and dreams
and fantasy beyond
what flesh-blood
believes in paradise
just a man in a street
and the cold makes
me believe in warm love
:: 03-17-2014 ::
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MY confession to mortals
that I do love death
it has a tender touch
to never hurt beyond
that fire of separation
It only asks a piece
of life’s fire to move
beyond your soul today
That grand secret spilled
we all die day-to-day
and born between moments
:: 03-12-2014 ::
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