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LOVE-SWEET

LOVE-SWEET word beauty-laced
it sends me to another place
holding onto your tender wing
cloud-punch a hole into the blue

where are you taking us
— is it to that spot?
where lazy angels play
are we to sing with the harp?

Love-sweet word beauty-laced
giving me more than all I want
whispering honey dew unto my heart
kiss me ocean-sky lips so sweet

I see the place past the-beyond
over the rolling green hills
and through the gate into your arms

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CHRONIC THINKING (SUCH CAUSE FOR DEATH)

SUCH cause for death and lost
heart attacks by dietary risk
and some data reflects a way
— driving while drinking kills

But what say the media —
and universities: don’t say
— and I believe with all my heart
is that too much thinking is a start

Chronic thinking it is —
the greatest disease of all
bounded by data and social media
it drains away our time…

and eventually kills us all
— the tide is set and waves have sailed
onto the shores of our lives
Tsunami event just years away
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YOU’RE EVERYTHING I NEED

When I
sing into that night
alone and lonely
you’re there
but not in body
but my mind says so
and I reach out
and touch you
but you’re skin
betrays my touch

There’s frozen
eyes in my mind
nothing can
bring me down
not your pain
or mind —
and nothing
seems to kill me
no matter how hard
I try to taste
the love of you

Pain and delight
bring me — down

Love and pain
bring me —
your soul tonight

You’re everything
I need this night
you’re everything
I need in life —
nothing can break
me at all
I accept the fall

You’re everything
I need tonight
You’re everything
I need in life
I give you everything
I need
I give you everything
I own

Let’s give it the all
and let it be our fall
Nothing can break us
if we’re in the inside
love is all — be all


HIDDEN EXPRESSION

My DEARLY loved one
there truely
are no words
that expression
god-smack love
that smittens
the best of us
to express
such feelings
that betray
our mask
of hidden
expression

My nature – so low
compared to Mother’s
love — what you need
I lack in my given
To believe that gulf
can be bridged —
is more than I know
but I try and so I do
in all I say and think
I always truely think of you
Let fire and ice
burn and freeze me
but never disbelieve
What my words
–that I try to express

To you love
love always
for you
— forever…

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THE DREAMY WINTER SINGS

DREAMY winter singing winds
— I hear their chorus tonight
As laughing tendril-finger snows
click and dance in dipping ice-flows
upon my furnace-spice lips
What B-flat notes are tripping
running — stripping
across key-minor hearts…
Oh, so vying are your spasms
— my destined lust-bombs
exploding fire
— blue and green
reflection across the frozen
river of our hearts…

Comes the ice
and mixing fire
into the cauldron
of our lives

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TOUCH-SOFT DROPS

TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
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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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AND WHO IS THAT CHILD

AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see

And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there

The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind

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THE CHRISTMAS TREE FARM

A DEAD man once came to me
within my dream – was more than that
He I met while still alive
Christmas trees he sold to the living

Across a swath of Texas land
those trees peppered the ground
like missiles they pointed upward

The greatest smile and warm-jointed hand
A true soul with weathered spirit…

Many times he approached me in my sleep
always caring and doing for me such things
aside from that long story I have to say…

His message was a note for his daughter
Holy symbols he used in all he did
as the number 3 — dreams, divinity and me

So in the year of his death — which I not knew
I went to visit his Christmas Tree ranch
parked my car and walked toward the receiver

A lovely lady who stared at me — questions…
we felt the connection and I had to say
“I have a message for you from your daddy”

She burst into tears and fell into my arms
“How did you know, Sir! How did you know!”
The short story for you — I tell the reader

“He said he’s saved and dearly misses you.”

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THE MAN WHO FELL TO SPACE

I AM a bundle of confused what-if’s
swimming southward toward the State
— of ‘Has-Been’
Knowing so very well my passport
has become full and expired
No country can claim me
— not even your Earth

I am the man that fell to space
and can never return…
lost in your meanings — such language
cultures, music, poetry — too much!
The whales they understand such feeling
your largest creature for a reason
the hottest blood, heart and soul swims

But I have drowned
and so go I must…

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