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what moments to dream when I see
that I know your soul beyond plain text
physicality breach empty space
unseen touch by soul-spirit embrace
it’s your heart that beats me
thrumming rhythmic-stroking
the genuine shadow-spark visit
fair-hearted pixie damsel dancing
(the dance upon my bed always) glowing
a drunken-lust confession suing me
the forest of your hair upon my tree
the death-kiss of love butterfly lips
what mornings come when dreams recede
darkness drains and gold-light grows
showing glint and sparkle fairy-dust
my patience thinly awaits the night again
:: 12-31-2013 ::
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WHAT imagination does
the young heart lives
such an old soul dreams
Moving about in dreams
sometimes a night we skip
falling stars glow-burn
What imagination gives
the young heart sows
such the old soul believes
So on this special night
the night gladly warms you
and gives you common space
Brothers and sisters live
in a brotherhood of man
imagination cherishes you
:: 12-31-2013 ::
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WE purge yes we do
all of the poison
from last summers
festered boiling
conviction’s dagger
puncture-ooz
Say the sun does
sound too bright
and the bee’s buzz
— honey-laced kiss
gritty pout dirt
hug-lick my soul
I’ve only one last
ticket to alice’s hole
the last the rabbit stole
follow bravely me souls!
the grand adventure awaits
from madness away lets go!
:: 12-31-2013 ::
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WHETHER such weeping
soothes an aching heart
that feather-feel upon
the breast so tender
matters for naught
Who knocks but tears
upon your cedar door
surely the reason
nocturnal singing
by Nightingales
Flow-bow wayside my dear
the reed who bends
against torrential winds
but never breaks her stem
romantic hearts eternally burn
:: 12/31/2013 ::
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HEY mystery girl
where do you
come from?
I come from
the land of
a hidden world
You can reach me
through a rising moon
Who do-you voodoo
tonight girl?
I could should-you
fool-you tonight
Baby gonna make
me forget it all
She gonna burn
the pain from my land
Where do you plan
to go tonight girl?
I’m gonna spread
all my love tonight
Where you gonna
start my love?
Gonna start right
there in your heart
She gonna make me
— all right
Piece me
— all back
together this night
Go ahead voodoo girl
gotta make sure
you get it right
::12-30-2013::
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REDUCED I feel so lightly
and say no more than ‘sword’
Gently digging-cutting
so scorned a love as yours
— bleeding–killing vicious
The soul I once so loved
— and gently knew…
withered before
my bleeding eyes
A kiss to you my ghost
and gently sweep away
from dust to dust as most
I once believed in us
But now I lay to rest
this deceased dream I must
::12-30-2013::
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WE toil in obscure fashion
but only so – until innovation
Elais Howe’s sewing machine
– a stitch in time
And detritus pepper life
So lovingly Hess’ vacuum cleaner
pulls us from dirt to God-clean
Remiss the typed word without
–Shole’s typewriter
Clackety-CLACK impressed words!
Oh this man saved us all
– Seth Wheeler’s toilet paper
But the grand techno-god
– Tesla’s electric power ac
humble praise for off-worldness
Back to terra firma
– Elisha Gray’s Telegraph
Lost rights to Mr. Bell
We have a grand audience
the universe rivetedly watches
What new innovation say we!
God-like soon — be we soon
the tower of babel-speak
confusion-sweet-humble
Let’s rejoice!
God-kiss soul!
::12/30/2013::
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MY LOVE mere words
are empty shells
shrewn across sand
such castings color
sounds of ocean within
Doubt not these words
though empty shells
My life-light fills
each constellation
Shed such tender skin
oh fear betrays such life!
what you see – what not
but life of yours greater!
Silently sing whales
Sing to me breeze so-easy
lullaby breath tear so tender
blue speaks ivory tenor
caps of white dance-sizzle
seventh wave passion-swells
Beneath waves and flotsam
jetsome golden crystal
::12/30/2013::
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WISHING-well
— sometimes I do
unraveling dreams
— sometimes caught
between fingers-do
— slippery knew
notes running
across ivory key
minor pains
thrumming-heart
melancholy needs
dripping tears
there a light!
Golden tongue
— cursing darkness
honey-laced
Incongruous moments
–love them most!
::12/30/2013::
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SIMPLICITY
— what state
Surely I will visit
My suitcase packed
— unknown destination
My intuition says
a map cannot reveal
locations of the mind
Much easier a travel
when disposition drives
::12-29-2013::
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