Such bitter
tears we
cry over
our lies
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Such bitter
tears we
cry over
our lies
Only Love
Can Make
Your Lives
Eternally Smile.
fear of love
fear of brine
not tears
We dance
upon graves
every day
and night
Sear these lips shut
that wisdom abandon them
that words' ways no longer
escape at will
warranted
or not at all
thick
but hollow.
Thank you JacobF.
I hold my breath,
lest you lose yours.
They wore
flowers
and we watched
they danced
1.
When Caesar was chagrined
marked force never held.
2.
Whichever way,
have I already followed him willingly.
Divide your food-
that way we conquer hunger
Silver Medal Stake
Salisbury steak
sizzled in refrain
an acquired taste
Where the page breaks
you can put words.
Treasurehunter
true trusty trysting traveller
tricked, tried, tripped, trimmed
Sorry, posted twice by accident.
Mel Gibson
pitched a picture
script from scripture
Whether in love
or out,
we have fallen?
Tryst or tempest
Twists the answer.
Trust lies.
What
Appears
True
May
Have
Been
False
Once.
how long
will you wait
for your echo
Unabashed jubiliation
Unrestrained exultation
Bodhiharta wags his tail
pupil of sun
blinking, wedged between
thought rocks
Shades of Maroon
ashes of violets
discovering
salts of the earth
Farewell!
Dear Canadian Reader
To Your Eternal Journey!
(A few words I jotted down last year came to mind---exactly eight too! How lucky...)
Frozen Willows
There stood ice sheathed behemoths---
Nature's wintry chimes.
Twilight
silhouette
shrouding the sheltered
shrivelled season of shade
I bite my tongue
to taste the
blood
Eyes of sparkling love
lips of foaming verses
Inspired by the blue cheese I just ate:
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Heartbroken, she collapsed---
Like crumbling blue cheese.
Black boned
and string ligamented
marionetters play alone
Do me a favor
kiss my thirsty lips,
reclusive and raunchy
caustic candidates
wrote rave reviews
I live and die
in the same
breath
The weight of the earth
on one shoulder.
live in the moment
count not your moments
so afraid
yet longing
for a great adventure.
Life of Hart Core Knocks
constant crown of reference
found in due study
roughened hands
kneading the bread.
Life sustained.
Give Me Something
never mind
your poisoned
Kiss.
All these things
mean nothing
next to you