THERE is an entrance
into this world
— the comfort room
that we depart
A way station
for the souls
between past
and future life
It is the meet
and greet for all
before new
skin suits
— go bravely
Again we
shall meet!
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THE COMFORT ROOM
ANGEL SONG
And if you heard
the angelic sound
— a musical lyric
in variation — eternal
What words to choose
a mumbling fool may say
— what tears to shed
mostly joyous — though
none I dare to share
Clearly unprepared
is the human mind
and heart to grasp
such grandeur
as God’s beauty
— love and let love
in Peace & Harmony
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ELSE-MIGHT
ELSE-MIGHT dithers
between would-could
— one slays ambition
while the other
enjoys self-delusion
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IMMORTAL BELOVED
MY dearest love the night comes
and dreams beg for my entrance
into their sleep-web this night.
But before I go there are a few
words my heart demands of my soul.
That I wish my tongue would shape
from molten steel a word or two
— an anvil to slice through such
dimness that fails its path between
spirit and lips.
So tonight I can only utter simple
–crippled–words:
that I love you so…
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BLUE SKIES
I’M falling into blue-skies
because the world
— is tender-round
Fly my feather-heart
into wind-highs
Because your heart
is blue – it makes me cry
No need for crystal-tears
you can hold my hands
and come fly with me
into love-is skies so blue
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SWEET WONDER-THOUGHT
SWEET wonder-thought
I visit you often
within my safe-case
Away from the noise
of frentic soul-sought
My comforter be still
Allow me this moment
so late this evening
I feel be-ought thus
we oneness are
Nothing more needed
only you this one-night
Hush…no thought…
Undulating bliss…
No-thing for naught!
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ALLOW ME
ALLOW me — father time
Cover me gracious one
that age and wear
do not for me
into despair — recede
Keep such fire —
that compels for me
zest and happiness
Disperse the shadows
Love — come closer to me
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FIELDS OF STARS
MY love walk in love
beneath the fields
of burning stars
So expansive
passion-power
In fiery light
it shines the way
toward my giving heart
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MY LIVING SPIRIT
Today the winds — gently
into the window blew
Flowers upon the table
danced their natural move
And so I felt
— strangely true
a return of something
dear to me
— a closest friend
My Living Spirit
back to me
I welcome thee
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HATE ME
You ate me — yeah, ate me
slayed me — again and again
nothing begged-nothing said
and you said to me —
do it again and again
I said “hate me” with spit-you
and you drank me all up
sadistic man burn you-soul
I said hate me — don’t slay me
you felt me — feather-soul
said love-me but you don’t know
I hate you waste-you slay me
I’m not the only one
— not the only one
more came–last one
and I hate you-burn you
Slay you–slay me-hate you
god-less soul thunder-bolt
raw-soul hate you-leave me
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