I beg
for the spirits
to come and lift my soul
to take it away to heaven.
No loss.
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I beg
for the spirits
to come and lift my soul
to take it away to heaven.
No loss.
no loss
to not dance with
you, I have your love and
forever we sway, daisies in
a field
A field
of sunflowers
forever in my mind,
though sun is gone, flowers remain
like you
like you
like all of us
humanity draws its
breath from the same atmosphere
why fight?
why fight?
--resist an urge
to deflate argument?
defeat the standards; generate
purpose...
purpose
wonder, wander
looking for mine, here, there,
I am here because or because
I'm here
I'm here
I said I'd be
I wouldn't have said it
otherwise seasonal record
shaken
shaken
free from the stars,
and fallen to the earth,
we came through rain, ice and fire —
timeless
timeless
as the fragrance
rescinded demigods
suffuse in a collector's forged
pallette
pallette
under my arm
protects me from your breath
that tells me you are sleeping, not
wanting
wanting
in symmetry
but generously drawn
a character of proportion
weighted
weighted
burdens heavy
a puddle of pity
your smile, like arms, can lift me up
thankful
thankful
the world holds love
such as this: open words,
hearts unguarded, make a heaven
on earth
on earth
frailties converge
to construct reinforced
statues dedicated to the lost
and found
and found
within us, hid
beneath the sensed and parsed,
is what we always were: no-thing,
no one.
Oh, and wanted to say -
nice one, Firefangled!
no one
wants to be the
only one to show up
with no money casino night,
get it?
get it?
or did it drop
into that crack where it
will sneer at you whenever you
walk past?
Walk past
The House of Mirth,
Where the golden, fevered
Aura is too thick for them to
Breathe in
breathe in,
that's one less left.
but would you like to know
how many more you've left to go?
thought so.
thought so
provoked that it
tinkles like change in a
glass, small ideas armored in
brass plate
Brass plate
and the broken sword
in the dust lied his body
as a witness to the age-old tragedy
the war
lovely poem adwara1
Note: the composition is supposed to be two syllables, four syllables, six syllables, eight syllables, two syllables
the war
somehow removed
by mles and by prospect
no consolation for clashing
yardbirds
yardbirds
counting paces,
measuring out mistakes,
their faces wear excuses left
unsaid
unsaid
the rest to be
interpreted whether
aluding to allusion or
vision
vision
visitation
divine revelation
subject to interpretation
not proof
not proof
that provides ground
swell but rumour undercuts
the course of initiative and
license
license
is liberty
taken without forethought,
freedom's brush, but rudely painted -
tainted
tainted
abstracted, lost
so goes the rhythm of
the ambivalent en rackets
recrewed
re: crewed -
all right, he may
have dipped an oar, but just
to wow the skirts on shore. More like:
he's crude.
he's crude
like cigarettes
and cheap whiskey shooters,
draws Bauhaus digs on beer napkins
he keeps
he keeps
better versions
of tips of trees, hopedreams
and slivered frowns we have all seen,
she keeps
she keeps
a creased photo
where jeans fold into white,
nothing else, pocket memory,
blue jeans
blue jeans
will not protect
the treasure embedded;
a thief will come and steal away
all there!
All there.
Yet not all there
The silence between them
a barrier that will not break
Silence
Silence
remembers us
in its last brushed colors
the small rooms bright with our desires
for wings
for wings
I would wish for
not only to fly high
but to shelter you in this storm
of life
of life
talk to me not
it's your for the taking
be it rain, hail, snow, gale or storm
keep it!
keep it
tuck it away
but sometimes peek inside
make sure it's still there and pet it
your thought
your thought
a loosed ribbon
carried on the night wind
caught on a branch, in memory's
moonlight