my love
is my love is
all that I need to know
of my love, except that she know
my love
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my love
is my love is
all that I need to know
of my love, except that she know
my love
my love
is here and here,
even here you know, but
I'm afraid you'll look too deep and
miss it
miss it
those childhood days...
peanut butter and jam,
merry-go-rounds and puppy dogs...
your smile
your smile
is in my mind
to keep me company
while I wait for you to come home
again
*don't know if this is right?
again
i reach for you
only find emptiness
your voice haunts my life, submerging
velvet
velvet
must be my hand
the way you rub circles
your thumb in that constant motion
calms me
calms me
that background beat,
that drifting melody,
spun into threads of mystical
beauty
beauty
is in the eye
of the one who decides
what pleases them, no matter what some
may think...
may think
i'll never reach
the top of this ladder
but one foot after another
i'll win
I'll win
after I've lost
and looked over the spoils
saving trinkets and ribbons for
trophies
Trophies
Are given to
Individuals who
Overachieve and continue
To win!
Sincerely,
Uncle Lar
To win
is to exhaust.
For love, give everything!
Those who love so as not to lose,
will lose.
will lose
and will again
charge against enemies.
will the world ever see peaceful
white flags?
white flags
I hold them high
in case you do not see
my abandon, my surrender
to you
to you
I skip my heart
on page-white seas that clip
like jagged stones my loving arc
aslant.
aslant,
an acorn breaks.
the are we, the who?
arises. discussed, and dismissed
again
again
a yarn unspins
yellow flagellations,
the weakening tie carousing
its course.
its course
will take its way
running and winding down
among the willows hanging there
weeping
weeping...
my very depths
torn apart...inside out
waves of pain and grief, on my knees,
collapsed
collapsed
upon ourselves
we weep for what might have
been! Oh those ever taunting might
have beens
have beens
like those has beens
all washed up and drying out
should we, could we, would we change that
for chance
for chance
i toss the dice
watch them roll, spinning and
tumbling across the green baize table...
Sevens!
Edit: Sevens?? Sevens??! How do you get SEVENS on dice??? LOL!
Sevens!
some are deadly,
I have toyed with them all,
but they are not playthings are they?
they kill
they kill,
without thinking,
the spirit that creates -
bless the teacher who gives them red
and time
and time
has funny ways
writing lines on our face
washing mountains out into seas--
passing
passing
within arm's length
of each other, we dance,
each with our partners, but loving
others
others
take us places
we might not go alone
buy a ticket, get it punched, climb
aboard
aboard
this thundering
train that drags me through life....
leave me here till my ticket has
expired
expired
my date is up
time to be recycled
put me in the bin with him, a ride
so fun
So fun
To be resting
On your chest and to laugh
With you, before falling asleep
Again
Again
and again I
fall in love with you. And
I hope to go on and on for
ever
ever
over, under
ground, a rock top to stop
his bark ~ chihuahua cha-chas not,
poor dog.
poor dog
huddled inside
matted hair, thin body,
eyes glazed over with fear and
hunger
hunger
an empty pit
get the shovel, begin
dig deeply, put your back in it
fill me
fill me
with pink flutters,
carry me on feathered
wings that fly me above clouds of
silver
I always love to read your poetry, CdnReader.
Silver
silence finely
wrought, delicate as the
veins of fleshless leaves, wraps a
cool shroud
cool shroud,
wind between worlds,
sail me to a new land -
pure light, make new my weary soul,
fill me
^^ Thanks Riesa....ditto. And thanks, Fire, for leaving me this opening line again. It's a good one. :)
fill me
with all you are....
my spirit cries for you,
I welcome your shining presence
inside.
Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
Uh-oh, didn't mean to be a copycat.:( But Riesa's cool shroud just conjured that up in a heartbeat.
Onward:
inside,
what does it mean?
At night, the crickets call,
and I, in my brass box, breathe through
the stars
the stars
really don't dance
they just stand there for me
to practice my daily games of
pinball