king smiles
library burns
nothing but blackened beams
timbers crashing down around us
books lost
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king smiles
library burns
nothing but blackened beams
timbers crashing down around us
books lost
books lost
in cyberspace
hard to read on the screen
hard to scribble notes with your pen
no ink
no ink
can ever change
the way history is
written by the victors and the
strongest
strongest
will never learn
from history and in their
whims try to alter history
by force
by force
perchance by hest
luminous quality
imprinted oh the very soul
supplants
supplants
I won't allow
my sword is at his chin
backwards he steps to the plank's end
you're safe
you're safe
from bitter exile,
from poverty's fierce kiss
and calamity's tight embrace.
You're home.
You're home
and I'm still here.
Will we ever meet in
the mists of evening, when shadows
lengthen?
lengthen
not the journey
of love by your short steps
walk with me swiftly hand in hand
cut short
cut short
again; feelings
that are never going
to be realized except in
your dreams.
your dreams
knocking at my
dreams' door, blithely soaring,
holding hands for ageless eons
we love
we love
those who love us
near-perfect symmetry
flowing between our bodies and
dancing
dancing
down the same path.
always oblivious.
deluded by this illusion
before.
before,
you knew me well--
your heart beats so clearly
In your pretty pink bosom's core
No more
no more
the grind of stock
and trade, my hearth belies
the toll that toil has taken on
my nerve
my nerve
is on the edge
you better hold your breath
watch me tiptoe on that taut line
look out!
look out
the chance to fly,
the opportunity
to live life high above the clouds....
toss me!
toss me
as you may like
I'm a little blob
of flesh in the hands of your eyes
toss me!
toss me
o'er your shoulder
'tis good luck, they all say,
like salt strewn behind you...path of
crystals
crystals
of white sugar
are not as sweet as the
gentle kiss of some rosy lips
I love
I love
marmalade on
toast, pepperoni and
mushroom pizza, and a glass of
red wine
red wine
isn't as red
as the blood which runs in
my veins at the slightest thought of
my love!
my love
my ribald wretch
the Adam for my apple
I'll never get over the ways
you smile
clever, ala!
you smile
and i melt in
the puddle of your eyes
absorbed by your being and thrown
sideways
sideways
out of kilter
skewed, I tumble, roiled
in the open sea of your love
centered
centered
in my being,
eyes focused on middle
from where all goodness arises
accept
accept
that earth is round
accept that sun rises from
the east and sets in the far west
accept
accept,
evil exists,
goodness can not prevail,
And love only an illusion~
never.
never
let go of me,
even though the winds blow
from the north, and the sun burns holes
above
above
the clouds it flies
the golden eagle has
no fear of wetting from rain and
falling
falling
through the rain-filled
never-ending sky, and
no parachute can save me now
catch me!
catch me!
I heard her say
but how can I catch her
she is too bulky for my lap
my cat!
my cat
drizzles long white
hair on every surface
in sight.... she needs a better hair
stylist!
stylist
can't help your cat
from shedding her hair all
around; better get a new cat
from Siam!
from Siam
i ordered jam
blackberry and ginger
put it on my toast, and dreamed of
the east
The East
urns dripping tall
with rose kiss, hug berry
and mint starry night swirl -- you'll love
next Fall.
next fall
we'll head elsewhere
Paris, maybe, to walk
along the Seine, or Venice's
canals
canals,
filled to bursting
with springs heavy downpour,
curl among hills fraught with tender
new green
New green
along the banks.
Or perhaps we'll read Yeats
in Washington Square, while doves coo
hopeful...