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 RETURNED
AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within your life
would you — could you — accept them back
from death to dust and an urn
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared – could you?
and all the adjustments you made — evaporate
The new lover what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole within your heart
a new baby but not from him — what then?
The possibilities of a return, some sweet
but most a hidden poison — you think secretly
But in the end (their end) sprang new possibility
You live your life as best you can
especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the light
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ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
DEAR visitor I ask that you never assume
based on visual evidence that you consume
my age what you see — biologically
I am still within and maybe more —
arrested development in societal terms
but within the soul I am much more so
To dream of simple-that is earmarked youth
amazed am I in all I see — clearly believe
in me — thrives the little-see wondrously
Arrest the thought and hang upon me-say
what you do is what you are and how you live
I dream and think and love and see and wish to be…
the little boy who wonders and sees
in fantastical terms of ordinary things
and kiss-be the lovely life he shares with we!
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WE GO TO CAPIZ
IF you wish to see such magic
that life can be —
cleary come with me!
I shall spin both you and me
— around and round
until such spin does us take
— oh does such spin take
to the center of CAPIZ
There you will note that nothing is
as it is within our world of here
And what you thought you clearly knew
— I blew away into yonder realm
lost within the-all of you!
So come with me and take a seat
— and look and see!
To CAPIZ is nothing more than belief
of magic and that of you and me!
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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
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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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DRUNKEN PASSION (FLY WITH ME)
THE reason for living one’s life
in basked light and giving hands —
you breathe within me a calming need
to bathe at length within your love
The smell, a drunken passion in you —
sweet bumblebee (that’s me)
to pollinate my fields so far and wide
with your golden liqueur of nectar spirit
The tickle of my probing need so gently
upon your burst-colored skin —
just a taste is all I need!
Nature turn these petals into wings…
…and come fly with me!
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SUNBAKED SIDEWALK
IT was there within the crack
of a sun-baked sidewalk
a beaten trampled path upon
that I placed my brittle soul
next to the weeds that grew
within a gritty soiled ground
Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
I see your sole but lost my own
Is the reason why I choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that I watch the walkers leaving me?
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SING TO ME MY OPERA!
THE stage you bled — vocal notes ascend
a piece of you – so large you’ve spent
the messenger performer full of mystery
Ancient-contemporary composers which fed
your psyche and soma – expose themselves
Elegant solo artist — music-singing-acting
your prayer for strength —
body, voice, and vision you deeply desire
oh you whisper to the gods — allow my voice
to send this musical piece to my audience!
Shoes to floor, lights so bright — ensemble
ocean of faces, dark recess of high box seats
aesthetic striving your artistic aim!
Balance you wish — between achievements…
and artistic endeavor
But you, yes you, cast your spell across the light
for emotion and intellectual response this night!
Oh! Cosmos of soloist! —
entertainer, independent with sensitivity!
Choose emotion over cognitivity!
It’s your beautiful bond…
Sing piano – pianissimo
And never to walk the shadow of a gifted, ‘has been’
lullaby sing to me in my private solitude…
between the practice, promos, and rehearsals
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