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Sister, I'm a poet ---
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Not in the poet is the poem or even the poetry.
It is hiding behind a broken wall or a geranium.
Or walking around pretending to be blind.
Seeking a home that...
It cannot find.
Into the ego that has been emptied out...
(Everything except its abstract being)
And left only a shell,
The poem then moves silently, forseeing that
Its only purpose is to haunt the shell
Like singing............
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No Traffic:
I woke this morning… the lithium simmering in my blood.
The sun must be tired; the windows were still dim
At last I crept up out of bed and looked out to the lawn
The trees seemed to sag downward and the birds were silent
The phone kept the spider’s webs in tact for another day,
I looked The air, cold and damp, as if bereft of a lung to keep it warm
Shuffling through the house, the clock hammered on my head
Gravity is pulling me down; my arms are heavy and so is my mind.
The floor, the wood, creeks like my bones as I step so gently
The old paintings stare, always with the same expression
The cabinets are bear of food - quite like inside my frailty
I idly stand by as an antique amongst the place
The same shadow stares out with the same face
All this new time is old and the paces are like circles
I’m left – not even a dream of an outside world
I’m wrapped up inside this house and curled
Even a stranger am I, evermore – I am locked
Behind the walls of my mind and mortar…
No Traffic - No Gas Prices.
Feverishly:
Having a lot to do
I began my finds without a clue
Catching the finer points
And refining the dos and the don’ts
Scrambling for the goals
And a desperate fulfillment of life’s empty holes
Only so much time I own
And only time must my spirit roam
And so here we are with today
The only given spirit I must convey
Nothing taken back and no time to delay
I climb the stairway of many flights
Above the activity of lights
Only once must I foretell my given rights
A bird’s eye away, but can’t hear a sound
Anxiously I have so much unfound
Too much blanketed, I strip to unfold
The truths ahead of me left untold
I have much to do
And hardly any known rule
So I try to unearth the jewel.
I found only gravel and dull stones
A good place to bury my bones.
A little above the six feet
To be found maybe polished, sweet
Scrambled and scrambling to grasp
Slipped, falling down to recount
Reluctant letting time lapse
I gather the pages and goodness do they mount
Shuffled is my mind and determination
May they fall in place
Without meditation
But locked in my mind’s mental case.
Your Gift:
Care for one another
Call all as sister/brother
For today was not just another day
Not just a memory to stay
But a gift to be good
A gift understood
Serve it with love
And assume care from above
b/c tonight's sleeping is a test
of the morrow's tenderness
And if there is an empty heart
fill it with the kind one's art
For hope can be a base
A long run race
The look on your face.
Each Day:
Each day I am above ground,
Every day that I walk upon this earth,
I will tread through the day long
Before my body is milled in the soil,
I will greet the landscape with friendly smiles.
Over certain miles will I cross without toil -
For I know that the paths we cross never end.
Careful must you be and not pretend.
But better to meet everything in life than escape
Inside some solitary home, within the windows.
(Never, let me dream asleep beside the pillows)
But to dream outside, at last, afar
On the sunny days and the starry nights.
Beyond home and beyond the soul.
Who would ever know what the chances are…
If kept from the wondrous amusement of lights?
The world is best viewed as a whole, like it used to be…
Musing nature, and…seeing what there is to see.
And acting upon the earth;
Drawing up dust as one hasn’t slept.
Birth in rare definition cuts the girth.
Sights and sounds surround your soul depth.
A Bit of Yesterday:
I took a bite out of yesterday
In a five bit sandwich with extra onions.
I was tired of the regular tuna salad and rye
And I think tomorrow might taste better,
With the prospect of the next day’s fruit…
If I gave you yesterday today and tomorrow
In a McDonald’s like Combo Meal,
Would you have it for lunch?
I know it might make you fat,
- If you don't watch everything else you eat.
The sanctuary of safe eating in my café
Is the acceptable standard and…
Off you go to that damn yogurt stand…
Statistics:
I believe that caring comes 50/50.
Trueness comes 70/30 by my count.
Selflessness 99/1 would uplift me,
But is far, far from that amount.
Common decency might rank 60/40.
Honesty is at an all time low -
And is never directed toward me.
Sincerity is a 30/70, serenading show.
Helping, you can see on the street,
But beyond 5 minutes, it’s a 10/90 chance.
Gentleness at 50/50 might be hard to meet,
But a possible 75/25 would actually make sense.
I’ve done my part –
Scored in the upper 60’s on most.
The dumbness of the world
always asks for directions.
Looking for the easy way out.
Why not work on every task
If it were your last?
How rich you would be………
How rich would the world be?
Okay - Frowning:
It is hard to smile when things are not so dear
It is hard to smile when sentences finish with a tear
To be a part of the death race
Feeling like you will be the one winning first
Then often knowing that smiling is a waste,
And a death grin,
And a curse.
Smiling at what has been lost and afterwards a jeer
You know... Smiling is not often filled with cheer
Smile to the wicked.
Smile to the kind.
Smile nefarious ~
Smile all the time!
Smiling may be best iniquitous,
Sad and sublime
Smiling to others leaves us deprived
Of the smiles from others left behind
Conditioner:
A lather of my life upon your head and brow.
Silky fresh and soft to the touch.
Isn’t it amazing how.
One could care so much.
I absorb your every throw and toss.
Sponge it up, girl.
There will be no loss.
The tangles can be unfurled.
On the bottle... I looked new.
A brand name that wasn’t questionable.
So, you took a few.
On the way home it was unimaginable:
This product with a high ranking label...
An image of fullness and body!!!
When you got out of shower – it seemed frizzled.
And unmanageable.
It’s like the city has drizzled.
On your head – This stuff’s horrible!
Maybe you would have been better off before.
(With the same look)
Would you have gone for the door?

Would you have closed the book???
Only if you knew… it was actually the weather.
Breathe:
Look so gently and breathe what’s left
Take a walk around the balcony.
Lift what your eyes can lift.
Take the music melody.
It’s just a time of rift.
Look - such things have been
Dusted and kept so eloquently.
Since the time we’ve spent
And the flowers have turned
To a different season.
And every sun rising a new seed.
And life is half of yesterday.
Enough to make one see
What has crept. What has slept.
- Behold -
I verbally bleed.
And I lift what I can hold and drop the rest.
And the rest are just words.
Sweeping as birds do in the spring
With the wreathing of a fertile landscape.
A valley of the taking and of the breaking
A plain of over-grown grass and trees.
A promise to come, a promise left.
As do the traveler to the seas.
So, look farther now, farther at the clock.
Whatever seas have kept us here have washed away,
To take a running to the edge of the isle…
Not enough until the next tide.
A forward step for a moment of clarity
Tides washing above the shells turned over.
Do you inhabit the larger deserted?
Or have you built upon the sands and rocks
To which all will end?
Go breathe!
Breathe, before the taking of the sea.
Hours, Days, Years:
I cannot give up just yet
nor let the hours of ours forget
New days and kindest ways
another morning's haze.
Another bright blue spring
a cheerful phone to ring.
Unexpected flowers before a visit.
Love, enough to miss it.
I cannot give up just yet
nor let the days of ours forget
of every new teaching, a new thought
enough to find yours forgot.
The fall of summer into autumn.
A smile from top to bottom.
Bliss, to those that wish it,
and love, enough to miss it.
I cannot give up just yet
nor let our years forget
of every new chance - race,
a new antique to place.
Winter joy with mountains of snow,
Trust that you know.
A gift fair enough to kiss it,
and my love,
close enough to never miss it.
I Wish:
I wish there was more I can do to make you smile.
I wish there was more I could say to make you happy
One day if given the chance I’d walk further than ten miles
to hear you call me pappy
In only knowing the right things to say
In only knowing the right things to do
I’d bundle them up for you all in day
Enough to be shared between two.
So when you are down
And the world is upon your shoulders
I want you to look around
but don’t you be looking for my beerholders
please give me a call
or write me a letter
cause I would give you my all
and do my best to make things
better.
The Same Thing:
Why do we see the same thing
And think the different?
Had the birds to sing
All day with flowers spent?
To see the sun shine through your eyes
As next vexing candid sighs --
While in the mist of earth's nature,
How is it for one to conceive
Of what is real or what is pure
To the likenesses of deceit relieve
Reticence retrieve cradled from cure?...
Battled kindness, pictures sure
Of full grins carved from thin souls
Who maybe left as pieces by each affection
Which framed counters told?
And now new stories, reflections
Mirror another light and face
Given removed places to base
One's greatness like breaks through the clouds
You cannot reach but shroud
In the faint possibility of self attainment –
The essence of laughing lament.
The mystery of one's self, Another.
Home:
I’ve left this home.
This unity some.
And nowhere a beginning.
What began, an ending.
Left nothing to be won.
I’ve left this house.
A home some called it.
And nowhere I can live.
Where I’ve lived, and loved.
Left out for the shining sun.
I’ve left this home.
Once abided staircase.
The pine trees, the vase;
These things have moved…
Moved to someone else’s place.
I’ve left my house.
And friends and family -
Tossed the old hat out.
And I won’t go back there.
Is home what it’s all about?
Means & Meanings:
If I had not the means of any better life then
The meanings I draw forth
The thoughts may grow
The meanings let flow…
But there may not be any means to
Draw out the night –
Draw out the day –
Never were the means to stay
It’s a better home, my heart – a better means per say.
Then let my hope and let my stand be thy way.
Have I the means now – may they not fade
The meaning will be forevermore
To stand beside you even without
My means, beside are my meaning.
Have your heart be relieved of thy means
Let my meaning mend your ass like cut-off jeans
And if everything should disappear
Nothing to hold to your own.
The meanings are forever, not broken down.
How does one split the dreams?
I wish the meanings I draw forth
Cancel-out material means.
Sometimes there is nothing better than to have
A sweeter meaning in your heart
Than the means to any sweeter beginning –--
Catch 22:
Caught without beating a horse.
A blink is a second glance’s course.
Don’t begin on tonight.
The calmest words are spoken fright.
Charm speaks words of harm.
And substance works its way through your arms.
No sense in doing.
Because nothing is ensuing.
Parade upon my heart.
It beats it down, unable to start.
Whatever you add together.
Subtracts the most beautiful weather.
Listening to my voice causes.
Headaches and then evening pauses.
And whatever is good is misunderstood
And whatever was caught is for naught.
Escape:
There was such a person who escaped my vision
And within mine eye a thoughtless prison.
A three-hour glance I found this summer day.
A thought that would wish for more months of May,
I viewed and kept mused to every word.
Then often pleased to hear the thought was heard.
And in this testament, a non-leaflet collection,
Of love beneath the truth of the life’s section.
Which whispers in her voice behind soft brown eyes -
Yesterday’s rain drops and from other skies -
A valuable insight escapes me like a convict,
Clever and deserting my thoughts as quick
As a thief hidden behind the apparition of my mind
And so every glance I have is of her, and everything I find.
The Spark:
The spark in its subresistence,
blindful.
Consistence and warmth,
brightful.
And flickering laughter
till the morning after -
mightful.
While in its source,
mindful to find full
of kindling,
tendriling, or others dwindling
to shine as chevronry
amongst obscurity,
Dim; but heightful
As a match drawn against a well.
Sure as one is on top of the world
or inside it.
Sure as one can live,
cannot hide it.
The spark generates its heat,
Selfishly.
Rosemary
May I dwell only in the time
between that in which you
are awake and dreaming,
so sometimes I maybe remembered.
Tuck me away and sleep deeming
that I am eternal, night, thine, so
choose not a soul intertwine or
love daily, healing more a soul than kind.
I, being no more of a want
or thought, have gone and loved away.
Your eyes being open (and I closed)
will nightly shut as though fulfilled,
but the day has dozed.
Give me as I might hope
and fear a nightly illusion to appear
only at the languor of your mind
as I drift in or drift without.
Struggle With Adventure:
It is near my dear where this ghost
Most choose his/her coast.
And frequent the ale and jazz.
Amongst a new born state for whatever it has.
A venture through the wild and mild
Establishments beguiled.
A culture where most have routine
And the next place where you've been
Doors open at almost any hour.
Time enough to shower.
And go amongst the masses.
All certain - subway and train passes
to guide the descender down with new faces.
A horse amongst the races -
combined with an owner timing,
the clock waiting and chiming.
Let not the bustle lead to trusle.
You, away from your roots, homeward - hustle.
Because love is everywhere, even at home.
Thoughts:
Keep your interests keen and wild.
Accept, in general.
The truth gives inner peace.
Be bold and gentle.
Help.
Listen to the meaning,
Not the words.
Look after the lesser and the most–
The loveless and the host.
There are no bitter truths
Just the beginning of beginning roots
Think of the best and expect the worst
You’re not yet at the end of a hurst.
My Princess:
I was once given a princess that ended up to be an angel.
Once crowned, gave me wings and an eternal candle.
- I’ve reached to the clouds and I’ve reached up high,
But I’ve never seen a heaven sent seraph sigh.
As with every angel, there is an ever presence.
Her’s is in my mind. And it’s beyond what she says it is.
And so what is an angel supposed to beget?
Other than a perfect simplance simply met?
Renewal!
And what do you think I think I know of renewal?
One must ponder and let one’s thoughts rule.
But past my eyes and beyond lifting my spirits,
I have new drive with loss of sleep in nightly fits.
With the hands on my clock in total agreement
Holding the world that I am now no longer owner of, but rent
And so you don’t believe that angels exist?
Well let’s agree on something that can’t be missed.
If they exist, then they must be sent.
And so why, other than Godly stories,
do you know they are sent?
My angel compliments my talent.
And walks with me till the end of the day.
As with the looking over – she is with my every way
Day in and out - that smile is a home for my thoughts.
Sent for myself and others that need to be taught
That blessings forfront the world and with me.
And lists evidence there is no longer a reason to flee.
And where would I go if I fled?
Up to my angel
Who now looks down upon me and Fred.
My Mind:
My mind has been opened –
Blown wide open
My conviction blown apart
And everything is quite scattered
Reading minds was not my way
Sensation was my friend
Where did I go? You say?
My sense was God-sent.
Peace takes care of things I say
I work my head for answers
Never putting anything aside
As if there is something there, everyday
I might endeavor from over here
Or over there, I will not fear
Never resist or shed a tear
Tough times have been approached
By your weary peer
Go shield your soul today -
And get hit in the eye again by the ray.
The best is here to test
So be yourself – you are as blessed
And if it falls apart with out a sound
Spread it all out upon the ground
Like a puzzle and put it back together, again
As if they were originally bound…
Have you been “out sniffin” my hound?
Take your time efficiently fixed
As we muddle through the mix
Match every day
Leave it open if you may.
About the little chambers of my heart:
About the little chambers of my heart
Friends have been coming - going - many a year.
The doors stand open there.
some, lightly stepping, enter; some depart.
Freely they come and freely go, at will.
The walls give back their laughter; all day long
They fill the house with song.
One door alone is shut, one chamber still.
Rainbow:
The rainbow came before the storm today
and lifted my eyes to smile in the colorful rays
And such filled my life with a desire
to just rekindle my soul with fire
But as I stared the rain came
and obscured all my colors again
Before I lost sight - lightning broke the miracle
and shattered the gift that was half spherical
Into earthly silence (natural defiance)
Of God's worldly alliance.
Silence:
Smile and we will kiss
Though this tomorrow we might miss
the very longing eyes and hearts
In sultred lies while loving starts
Mouths closed asking for chances
of full morning glances
And in-between a dream
of how lonely tomorrow will seem
While you said not a word
It was the voice of your heart I heard.
February 14th:
A Valentine's gift won perfectly for you
And heart lifted heavenward is to ensue
Another year’s music of your eyes and voice
And whatever devout lovers give choice.
I ascribe the very nature of your words
And write new meaning as do the birds
To the sky or the stars yet as high as
I present myself to rely.
For fascination is to impassion the hour -
the minute - dressed in any fashion,
And the hour is you…
Color it with love for it is new
As are the meanings I pursue.
This lifelong day I proclaim, yours,
and name St. Valentine's Day the same.
Healing:
There is no unexpected source for healing.
Time wears my soul away.
And the one I loved is stealing
Without answers for today.
Have you ever questioned how I spend my time?
Your time has gathered a word of rhyme.
And what time I spend is familiar
To those hours spent without you.
-- Curiously waiting your return –
While these useless hours turn and burn
The souls of which I have a few.
And my waiting is hollow and spacious
Like a tree, inside, dead, (though looking alive)
Existent and green leaved, but inside deprived
Of a center from where it once flowed
And off the branches you will find me.
As leaves driven out from one centered-out abode.
As it is fall, our leaves take on that responsibility
And approve the branches out reached
Because one never had the ability
To hold off the cold without becoming deceased.
And no one had the time to heal me
From the time that is wearing my soul away…
released.
Sweetheart – The Nurse:

Somewhere, not lurking beneath the shadows,
But in the bright of day.
There is another broken soul.
You say, “One must keep one’s eyes on one’s work.”
(The healing by your hands)
The day is quick and there are many,
Many, which require your sacrifice.
Your flying by night and dreaming by day
Keeping every part of the world close over
(and put together)
A little better, a little bit safer than assumed.
Does one become ill, frail for your affection?
As ill and frail I have become?
You have not led us on this crusade.
Who would not accept this finite aid?
Keeping eyes straight head to find another
Who maybe lost amongst the shadows.
- Directing the shows can produce a better angle,
But just to see the ending of the film… (cringe)
5:00 AM:
Morning's glory - love light it brings
Morrow's fears a moment behind
Many beginnings are lost
Most our eyes never find
More visions leave other things
Minimal, vivid, moment's cost.
Haste for Themes:
To call one's own
and master a earth and tone
wrought by simplicity
the depth forwith the key
is two callous insipid streams
brought by one lucid dream
And the task is to capture
haste for themes as were,
a custom thought, assurance caught
a clock around the world
oneness unfurled
and such is the game
easy to play
and the rest is yours.
Soon:
Soon after my heart had broken,
I went out and got a bigger and more expensive one.
And as it was everyone's to see,
few actually held it, and
I never really lent it out.
And to my delight,
it was now easier to get through the day,
subtract my pay, and almost everything was a reward.
So it is now that I am in love,
And within her it now lies
Encumbered by guys
Intermittently with the jealousy feature on...
Butterfly:
Fragile,
the length of one's life;
the shape of one's wing.
Air, the provider,
the extension of one's being,
and the taker
of the day.
Brought to polish rapid earth
a color or two.
For the sake of you.
Break, from your silky mass
as a reminder of abandoned past
Aloft in synchronicity.
Unknown and succinctly
a giver to guests of our kind;
fields signed
By a twelve thousandth
of every season cared.
But the end is tomorrow
to those bought by sorrow,
and the next is the field
large enough to build
an unadorned cocoon,
A break before the beautiful life.
You Have Got A Home:
Oh, don’t you know you have got a home.
When the lights have faded upon the streets.
When there is no creature comfort of your own.
-The sighs fall upon your sheets -
And when the skies open up wide,
And it’s you, where the warmth had to subside,
You have a home to confide in.
Time to abide by, my dear, aside.
And turn back again, my love,
Years about me are in your eyes,
which lack no grace, maybe wine.
(Where the sight of you has made me a drunkard)
-I’ll bring a rightful place to keep,
for a weary soul - a safe place to sleep.
And turn back, my love,
the dream is once again.
These days are of laughter and pain
are enough to drive you insane.
Then when sin and sight ignite
It’s time to stay in the place that’s right.
Untitled:
My faith has become like an old
drunk man stumbling to no home.
My thoughts are the hanging threads of cobwebs
dancing with the wind of my eyes.
My soul has become caught victim of a joyous
mass suicide - a day before the miracle.
Oh I am standing!… But beneath the
whole ocean of another world.
My desire has become a vast petrified forest
in the desert sun on a cold winter day.
My belief is like the loss of both
mother and child while on a trip out to sea.
My hope, a harbor upon a forgotten deserted island.
I am tomorrow, today; and the end of time has its seconds…
The Traveler:
Temptation set into the mind of other days.
Communication met is to find loveless ways.
And far from my home is my soul.
A timeless hole hidden by the dome
of some foreign station of invitation -
A good lonesome thing nonetheless.
So take me far away to any countries grave
to be left, forgotten...
eyes left down trodden.
And If I should return a happy man,
Hold my hand, start a band, and call it
Gisepie.
For I:
Oh, won't you forget my stature
For I have loved threefold
Search for me and hold me
For I could love again
Bury your eyes around me
For I should be looked to from the inside
My soul is empty in a lonely world
For I have no one to believe with
It is easy to reach into my heart
For I found iy broke many years ago
Sing to me your worries
For I will sing along
For you are not alone.
Thank You:
Thank you,
I was not searching for your hello today
I haven't had one since long past
It was your gesture I won't forget
Your concern was the first I met
As of if there was someone without a mask
Please say it again if you may
And the flower you planted today will be shown.
Love?:
I love and receive love
I want and receive love
I need and receive love
I ask and receive love
I hurt and receive love
I wait and receive love
I cheat and receive love
I miss and receive love
I deny and receive love
I receive then deceive love.
Time of Day:
In this passing of this time mayest I come to some consortium
That will hide from words and phrases of which to fathom:
Do not the days shine upon your windowsill each morning?
It’s delightful rays - shine - and bring a tasteful turning.
To once what was an ending.
So such an ending in mind pending.
Of what today will bring may it be spring or summer or winter,
Each makes it’s own story and braces a banner mentor.
Of a day written in cord to the music played
To your endeavor with notes hit hard, not delayed.
Lizard:
As to the lizard, as to the leaf
Limb upon limb
They climb with a look
Their eyes narrowly dim
Featherly claws, a leatherly hook
The turn upon color is a turn upon leaf
And the lizard wanders over
- What wanders over is belief -
These, scaly wizards are silent.
Slowly crawling towards their pilot.
Soulless:
Piloting a soul that has already let go
Grasping at the thought
That the leaf hasn’t left the bough.
I clasp through the arms of not.
Wide-open green gems in eyes
Reflect back images of cold wind
And solid stone as one dies
Through shadows with wings behind.
I left…. But not of joy or of trouble
The face is over plain.
And never to blink through the rubble.
Of a soulless I do proclaim.
Drifting beyond today
And holding on to the heart
That guides someone on his way
And then paralyzing temptations part
A body and a soul
Curing the world over
One stepping in…
One depart…
3/31/00 with Mike Flowers.
On Death:
We started out with death
And then moved on to a more sullen approach.
Though I always lived like I knew you,
We never were able to continue on.
The time was always spent on fascination
As our meeting was few and far between.
And like the nice gift of a flower;
That flower will eventually die.
But for the moment that the flower was alive,
I will always remember enjoying its beauty.
As with the flower, one must tend at hand
And keep track of each ephemeral instant.
For you, my flower, died there –
As I left you, in your own absence.
So time opens all wounds.
And pictures in my mind remind…
Does this beg of all souls, too?
I’m thinking of my flowers in their gardens…
And the seeds in my hands…
A Star Has Fallen:
Falling from existence became my love like a star
The bright burning desire was seen from afar
Our celestial body was golden, constant from the start
We sang and we gilded the light and we shared a heart
One night the plane of trust broke as I was away
Still holding her close as she lied to my dismay
I was not looking – for I never saw it fall
The streak of light was gone after I gave it my all
Many people saw us burn together and share the light
With us others have loved and kept us company in the night
Just as a new star is born, that, I may have shown
For now, I dwell above dark, cold – alone.
A Friend:
Goodbye my friend
The one to whom I’ve listened and loved
The one to whose problems I’ve mended
Long days we spent relying together
On each other’s care,
No where else to share
You laid your heart upon mine.
The best part of my soul
Is left buried – Past tones deaf.
To look back is to look on death
Having spent the wealth of youth.
- This is the last time I have –
And not a last word to soothe
Have I to spend on hungry eyes
Proving worth I can no longer send
As my shell is hollowed and pale, though,
Not broken, no dust yet to tell
No more worries, no soul to tend.
--This is the last of the best –
I have no longer the faith
And you are no longer the guest
Walk down your own road
Where ever it may lead
I hope the thorns against you may not bleed
I am not there to carry the load.
Nor bandage the wounds
Myself, for you, dead.
How Wonderful It Was:
I see the light shine back in my eyes
The window of sights in me lies
I don’t know if I will ever be home.
-- Babe… Please Come Home.
I’m drawing a nearer sensibility.
I’ve got to tell you…
I am pinned against a wall,
So you will never see me fall;
I’m becoming closer to myself.
And I see in me a sunset’s outlining
Within a full moon rising
As I not to rest what must make
The next cycle of love -
While we whisked the cycle away…
But the ghosts of love
Are always inside the next reverie.
And when that day comes…
We will dance with each other -
And we will find the time…
And I hope there are days that are cool again.
It might not be like us running in an open field,
But I hope it is close.
I hope that in the times when you think of me
You will laugh and remember how wonderful it was.
None Quite Like Her:
There are none quite like her
Her eyes are like angels,
She is kinder and gentler
And I love her with all my heart
With a dozen reasons I float back to yesterday
Her eyes are there whenever I close mine
She is reminds me of the gentler ways
And I love her like I have never loved before
Never were the solaces ever seen before
Than off the eyes of one so gentle
She shines out the most difficult sun
And I love and I love and I love
Nothing which can be given
Fills any void, but the eyes to live in.
She houses my hopes and loves me still
And I love and I needn’t go much further away
If I had a moment for every thought possessed
I’d be rich man with a life complete
She has eased my expectancy of being
And I love and will give as much as the world can give
Now there is no such end in time
Those that disproved it with their own behavior
I know at length we are closer to heaven
And I love the closeness her love has brought to me
Whole giving souls acquaint over her countries
And everywhere I look I am reminded of her
Without boundaries I glide over her lands and seas
And I love to lie upon her open shores
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But now I stand beneath a memory
As I look up I cannot see ahead nor behind
The earth is strange under tired eyes
Sharpness staggering without time to try
Idle are my thoughts
All senses have been locked away
The angel and her ruin
Battered the ramparts scattered in array
Delight in the world loses my grasp
Love, now strange, cowards in the cold
I keep a place where I can feel her eyes
And those lips full and quick to a smile
You ask me what is wrong?
Extending a hand and heart beyond expectation:
Or letting the world strike her down –
--- No, none other are quite like her ---
But I will lend myself past beyond where there is none
This is my point ! Given the chance,
I will supersede doubt with definite healing.
Nobody is different in the spaces of the heart.
Independence on the Front End:
I’ve heard “Hard is the way of the wayfairer.” –
To tell true love, but to give to restrain
What time is right to give --
Everybody’s chance to live
Better to let the season’s change in another’s
Than to keep one in a reason feigned
Needless is the strange – letting it be away
And not thinking forward to tomorrow
As against today,
I’ve held to a kinder and less fragile way
As if you were a dream,
I found my life as a wider and greater theme
As we were against today
I’ve held to a less wakeful way
As we were a dream
It left my life as a scattered as it would seem
As a figure of invincible flesh
I cast a dream of this life’s mesh
As reason under-covers a good night’s rest
I remember the time at night
As we went beside the side of the dream
It was much against the scheme
As much of what we held
I grasped it and the warmth I still feel and felt
As a duality common amongst the audience
I find it reason to develop a common presage sense
As a pillar against the wind
I discover the image still blocks the sins
As a better group authority to deem
I wake often losing its secondary gleam
As they are still visible don’t bother to turn back
I have much more to fill
As my own memories never seem to lack
I’ve developed a keener knack
As none other in life targets will
I gather what I have and reminiscence
As we were a dream,
I have no other reflective source
As I won’t let myself wake again
I give all night and complete my share
Haunt of yesterday, I bring it on today
Dreaming still, though blown aside, I care
And, I, myself, now can sleep
In the mist of a my own shadow
And inside I will creep
And you need not to call,
Not much do you owe
I’ve leaned against myself in the wind
The broader features past through my eyes
Kept still in my soul for which I’m pinned
And accepting every worldly way
I’m stronger and more free every day
I preserve yesterday as yesteryear
As I am my own dependence
You aren’t welcome to all parts of life’s penance
I keep it with mine – not shared
But if I can give anything –
Let it be my best.
Not to myself but within everyone’s bitter
sins.
Divorce:
The sun set and so were my tears
and up came a star along with my fears
And my pride, my lovely bride faded away inside
As my once torched sun soul was laid low-
I realized it was not she, but me that had to go
To let the night finish the show
Let her be a star or moon or other sphere
and I just another planisphere to appear
on the morrow of another day
In another way with indelible sorrow.
If The Sound...:
If the sound of my voice should go away
and the backs of your cheerful roses decay,
A quiet doorstep kept from fleeting footsteps,
A moment alone slept,
Then please fucking run to me!
And if the sound of my voice should go away
then you will know for sure that I am dead.
Why:
Why is there a bent arrow through my heart?
It was straight at first.
Slowly it bent an empty life.
The heart was looking for something to fill it.
Most arrows are filled with a temporary love
which can be found, but not shown.
I tried to push it out, but it broke.
This pierce still hurts today.
Fall:
In early morning breaking
Clouds, semi-darkness, crowd the sky...
Leaves of fall remind of a termless sun
Almost golden, never gray, invariably high.
Colored earth briefly making
Fields of love and every path one.
Her eyes:
The love in her eyes around her gravitates sighs
And nothing - not even the rain - seems the same
For when she's near (I find it hard to steer)
Empty arms are what I fear, and
When she is away
I know that I have lost more than a day.
In Awake:
The waves determining my fate
As the annual current becomes up to date
A few hours lives give years a new name
I pray as I lie in another shame
Given to different characters in my life's book
I hope not taken and never took.
Today:
The fullness of my heart is gone.
The days of happiness done.
The creature who once smiled,
Gazes at peace like a dying child.
Gifts of Modern Life:
I've seen the gifts of modern life
Myths of silence in rod-iron strife
Eyes that kill - looks to thrill
And tents and houses with
Gents and mouses of personhood
All understood
As humanity sweet as candy
or bitter as unripe fruit though
Loud or mute
The rest as blessed
As those of conformity in storm entities,
but still all have eyes and
Those who see can give with me.
Path of Life:
Walking the path of life,
I was lost for it was night.
In my way came love, yet I was in strife
As I looked ahead but the lightning was too bright
Blinded, I traipsed with ease until there was a part
One path cleaned and cleared
The other was dark (like the crack of a broken heart)
I turned to love, again, but feared
For she said, "Left!" as I sought the right
but took the less seasoned way
Constantly keeping the other in sight
Until I came to a bridge and had to stay
On the other path others had been led wrong and died
Fallen from the cliff of false love, there was no thought
I imagine life without my love and cried
Remembering their love, not mine, was sought.
Untitled:
I cannot ask for the past
Only for the present
So hold steadfast
and please be pleasant
For I am just a man
Of minds and thoughts
of nots, of whys,
And finds, and times without place -
Just keep your heart
and normal flaws of commonlife
as I will try to person the same
in this lifelong game
of wherefores and therefores -
Games of yourself with me,
of love, of glee
Hold my heart.
Let me start my other self
at your price, Brice?
Epitaph on a Nation - September 11th Tragedy:

Would you miss me when I have gone away
Away into the far away land
Away from all hurting and loving
Away from the ignorant and shameful
Would you still love me, I have to take time forever off
Looking down on the far away land
Looking down onto the hurting and loving
Above the ignorant and shameful
Would you still listen to my voice through the gentle wind
Blowing its grit in the far away land
Blowing its grit into the hurting, shielding the loving
Blowing its grit among the ignorant and shameful
Would you often raise others to unite together
Battling but restoring the far away land
Battling but restoring those hurt and standing aside the loving
Battling the ignorant, and restoring the shameful
Would you also raise up your voices
Encouraging strength to any far away land
Encouraging those hurt and strengthening the loving
Encouraging strength to the ignorant and shameful
Would you remember me after we are rebuilt
Even within the far way lands
Even within the hurting and the loving
Away from the ignorant and the shameful
Would you never grieve any more
I will always remember you
I always will miss you
And I will always love you.
Though, I was ready to give you the world,
Now the world has taken me.
I ask: Then give to the world
Which in turn gives to me
And let the world give to you.
Over #1
Broken spirited, broken hearted
I could now end the happy love when my life started
Hopes of joy and being held so dear
Fall from my face as a tear
All I asked for was a touch -
A simple expression that you cared as much
Pain, please replace the ecstasy
and stain the fire which burnt inside of me
For I am tired, without thought
My soul drifting away from the love I once sought
Over #2--The Last Sequel:
I heard in the distance one day
the splitting voice of my past had to stay
Same was the mist, the cold, my fist
It was my pale, white-stained face she kissed
Alone, we were together yet apart
Returning eachother's love, eachother's heart
She lifted a tear, or was it the rain
Her face was dark, fixed, free from pain
No sooner than when faith was over
Did the clouds tend to cover
the mountains ahead that in the beginning
seemed worth winning
But the tempest is her fortitude
of every hour and every mood
and not worth the weathering and rebuilding…
Sir Philip:
As one of many did Philip spring his right
and from King Zulu a favorite Lorenzo sight
where a great dane's love is told twice over
the two danced all day to grass and clover
behind home as father and son together
always drank from the same bowl -
shared the same games to stretch out and roll
and to sleep was to dream and to live was to dream.
None were strong enough for their fun.
Gentle, expectant licks for every occasion
drew from towering appearances calm sensation.
Too busy for regularities did best venture
from beloved to find a dog's curiosity pure
through the broken fence to fields without a peerful eye
to less a landscape honored to trot with a closest tie
for a hopeful afternoon in the new sun
after the rain when the clouds were bent and done.
Enough for the liking, each set off at pace.
A courtly meeting behind a bush, thus race
around to the other side and back again, then
to the left a rabbit stood glimmering fur to win.
The hunt was the last in pursuit of the wildly game
as King Zulu lead in the chase no dog can blame
Nor Philip whose eyes and ears impersonated a true breed
of youth primed and true heart behind the lead
of his first image whose companionship was
the faith in the new day and what relation security affords
to a pair carefree to sport love or nature towards
tall grass of inhabited rock, thistle, and void
which King Zulu defensed, but fell quick into alloyed
rain and depth expended before a tactful leap
over the thin conception of surface deep.
Not a hand to extend could Philip allow or provide
but a circle around, to howl and abide
in the hope that instinct and ends
could not break the meanings of friends
before the end of the last grasp of eachother's glance
a watery toil where only Phillip directs a stance.
Left forever expressionless, without release
and counsel, as those who with words find peace
from others in the bereaving of a close soul -
who once offered the joy many could never make whole.
To trod upon the most beautiful concert of life, threatened
behind the bold eyes of a child contrived and forsakened
among the world bright and curious of the affection
one's character offers in casting aside suspicion and protection
when crossed with a stranger at the moment of first identity
when trust is so meant universal within any entity
But Sir Phillip whose reason knew only of one comfort,
and the world an army bearing treason of some sort.
Fending every advance as some turn against fate.
Innocence withheld as bravery shields the salient trait.
And a dog's hope beyond a confident heaven
there lies a simple mind's picture faded given.
Rainy Day:
Since you've been away I have been
Counting the drops of rain
Watching what we shared light up
My face abstaining pain
I felt alone though the comfort was the same
The only difference was the darkness
But who blew out the flame?
Maybe you have heard the rain beating tonight
Just image that it would be
me to hold you tight
What was ours forever was lost all the while
Being only a shower over a couple
of hundred miles --
Think of my smile.
A Heart:
Smiling brought into the world - hope.
It grew hard and firm learning to cope
without love, but learned to smirk at pain
Hey, coldness, look at the thunder and rain
Who's that outside looking in?
Sorry, shivering. I'll still win
With pain I'll gain
You see I can explain
"I'm still smiling , I don't hurt inside;
You see I have already died."
To All Those:
Support my lovable nature
Ask for utter endearment to lure
Talk a dignified and commodious sacrament
Touch the power of reunion with sentiment
Make the heart's immortal thirst known
Take all shine to a life that has grown
Wish a good dream for me again
End my pain - and for lost - help me win
Love Is Selfish:
Love is selfish in nature.
A desire of another’s divine being.
How can one take another for one’s self
in the need of the “personal“
(even unconditional) fulfillment?
- Pity the wantful.
- Pity personal love.
For the needs weight the heart and
The mind, and drain the hourglass
half-filled with the grains of time.
Bollix personal love. For true love told
To be hasn’t but agape, motiveless to give
To be shared purely in spirit
Not tied down or put into a cage
Love unbound, blankets lovers rage.
OKAY -----
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