I EXPANDED this line between space and time
(and) time and space between lines EXPANDED I
So funny how life circles into balls of light
(and) light balls into circles — life, funny-So!
Madness I see in such visionary sight
(and) sight, visionary! Such “in-see” I — Madness
There, I take my leave as the white coats are coming
(and) coming are coats — white || leave! Take I — There!
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CONVOLUTION
THE DISEASE OF IMMORTALITY
In respect to the need for immortality —
it is a disease of fantasy for the mind
there could be no worst sentence if you can
believe in these words I say to you now
To watch your love wither away into sand
and see your children grow and die
and much more is such pain that you’ll see
cities grow and rot and decay
morals, art, and music sway
all the while you remain
the soul you are in a river of change
If I can choose between death and life
I choose to be the whisper upon the wind
and chase the dreams into my other lifes
and live again and again in perpetual immortality
A different face, life, skin, and family
encased within an immortal skin of soul-life
>>::<<
THE ODE OF LOVE AND FAITH
I FEAR my walls are too tall to scale
and you will regret you tried
how many broken nails would you give
to find the soul within my skin?
The lunacy of it all to believe in faith
that when the heart speaks you must listen
what passion drives you assume you must take
but what end state does your soul desire?
I only have true love and a golden heart
is that more than the treasure you dream
to comfort you in your days through life?
The question is not of love but faith
So you wish to live with me and maybe die
through the seasons of joy and pain and life
The fabric of your dress will fade and rot
in the grave — but our love will brilliantly survive!
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PARTICLE OR STREAM
IF I think before I feel
the reaction is particles
of streaming actions
But when I feel and allow
my actions to take root
the result is a stream
of flowing love
Such is the double-slit
experiment of coherent light
its such a wondrous delight
the observer takes hold
of the observed in suspicion
the result is conclusive —
the mind is cold and calculated
but to feel is warmth and love
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A LOVE BEYOND BELIEF
TO be one step
from the precipice
of the last chapter
of your life
and have the miracle
of a helping hand
pull you back —
indescribable relief
and such a love
beyond belief
:::::
WHEN LOVE IS THE EXCUSE
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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A CURIOUS CONFESSION OF PASSION
MY lady who loves in discreet pleasures
behind castle walls of noble stone
that can cast a spell with a glance
and compel nature to perform miracles
I say to you that your life is my pleasure
and I am undone by your beauty and grace
This mere mortal who suffers daily in spite
of holy sacraments on regular basis
offers only a thimble of worthiness
in your eyes I can only wonder what thoughts
may clash between your mind and heart
but nonetheless I bravely speak my mind
As thunder speaks and lightning talks
and departed souls wander aimlessly
in a shroud of mist — I say to you yes you
I cannot live without your daily attention
and to suffer anything less…
will be my absolute and unequivocal undoing
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SHORELESS PEACE
OH tides that pull
and take me away
rapturous bliss
into that ocean
I go so peacefully
upon the jetsam
and heavenly flotsam
Such shoreless waters
permit me loving kisses
forever embraced
by the hottest blood
of that vast sea
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