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ITS TAKING OVER

IN the sweet moment
each and every day
you can smell love
and innocence in me
at the market
in the cubicle
but I refrain
imaginary love —
so many lovers
I refrain from
impulse today

I walk away
in heels too high
to keep the waters
at bay —
and I say

Still lonely
steel rains
its taking over
steel rain
So it starts
every day
each moment
between us

so many names
each one a lover
who says slowly
I’m your
Steel rain
steel rain
its taking over
its taking over —
me —
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FOOL WITH A FIRE

Ah, listen to me…
Just a fool
with a heart
and a fire
with too much
wood
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ASHAMED ASYLUM

ASHAMED asylum pry secrets
from past heavens
who keep landmarks
so ruined in wonder

Your locked revelations — shrinking
diminishing truth…

Past borders beyond the soul
that cries in velvet tissue
bending truths into creased belief
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TO THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

TO the beautiful woman
in blue and white —
apple bite smiles
— butterfly lash
from far flung land
of beaches so white
Your smile caught
in perpetual delight
i devour the pearl
of your eyes —
slender kiss finger
let me embrace the rays
of your eternal fire
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WIND LOVE

THIS night below
a brilliant moon
who knows the fate
of romantic fools
No longer am I
here or there —
only with you

As night falls
sweet passion rises
twilight winks below
a dividing line
of sky and mother earth
I do pursue your flower
and kiss your mouth
and taste a fragrance
so sweet of tulips
and the wind sweeps songs
upon my tender heart

We’ve frozen time
So slowly slip
beyond the reach
of mortality
Above the skies
— into eternity
two spirits as one
we fly
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YOU CAN TAKE ME WITH YOU

When the sky cries who do you think of
and the wind moans —
like the hearts of the lonely

I was flying on a carpet
but the floor moved with me
and the birds in the window
sang —

you can take me with you
— take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Hey child of unborn love
whose shadow bleeds crystal light
and walks in the sun during night

This road has to end up somewhere
around the bend — beyond the curve
where the birds build their nests

And the birds in the window sing
— you can take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Feathers are made to soar and I —
live above the clouds in the wind
Come with me — live and love my dove
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THE DANCE OF CONFESSION

YESTERDAY was a wet sorrow fallen from a leaf
and I picked up the pieces of your broken heart
I thought a skip or two from the hip of my heart
would correct the limp of your soul and spirit
Now you, my friend, have serious damage of life
(I commend the spirit of your endeavor lover)
But now I refrain from the flame of destruction
but love the teeter-totter of fatalistic love
(hush my love just bite the lip of fate for us)
and now my shoes have lost their sole —
and souls of those that walk without so much
begin to regret the price of one-for-two
Pretty woman…(yes my love) pretty woman
I cannot deny the love that keeps my orbit
Pretty women…(so my love?) pretty women
I run in circles trying to find your reason
run I do when my lungs collapse from denial
Let my sorrow burn the fields of flowers
from your maddening sickness in this season
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COLORS OF CONFETTI

COLORS of confetti and streamers of dreams
won’t you let me taste your joyous laughter
I have a machine so shiny and wondrous
let me land it here and enjoy your city

What would your world say if I spoke hello
shatter economies — making it harder for the Pope
The message I want to give goes against the grain
So I have to say just flow with the moment – I’ll go

But I want to stay for a while
and spread my love to the world
but remember I do what you did —
to the last one who landed here
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MYSTIC WOMAN

HEY MYSTIC woman
what spell you casting now
Caught your third eye
last night in a deep dream
I was floating on a cloud
watching the wheels turn round
You gonna spread your charm
across the horizon like atomics
I just want to catch your charm
and wear it on my neck chain —
burn a hole thru my heart
and into that deep thriving soul
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BY WHAT MEASURE

BY what measure
to determine love
Surely not during mingle
but upon separation — I say

Then only does the heart —
feel what it has not
The mortal wound of happiness
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