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Love who were you
To this fallen tomb
Only I that without grave
May ask you
Was there some battle
To which you were a spirit
That you lay deathless
Without ease
Who was your tormentor
Who invokes the rivers rage
The heavens vengeful thundering
The earths restlessness
The beasts pity
Chiming bells toll of the purest love so rings
This simple gift then given, stands the humble and courageous apart
Deny of the pain empty sorrow may bring.
Enrich the lives of others, to a path they too can chart.
Rest easy in the nights escape hear the angels gather and sing
To put right the days recompense, a legacy all blessed souls can start
Then finding our queue preserved eternally and at peace
'neath the feet of our god, then on to our heavenly mark
Stars make everything, do they not?
As they never die, they forever live to
create cusps in time with their glitter-
exploding silently, just for a moment’s sake.
From staring contests to unseen phenomena,
the stars shoot through flesh
to bring forth frisson, and whatever else
has been missing.
Together, galaxies intersect internally
and become a wondrous monogamy
through one, sudden burst-
Stars do make everything.
The prairie grass sways in rhythm
As the cowboy starts another day,
Sun's first rays light the morning
While the horses start to bray.
Coffee and biscuits on the campfire
Those pancakes piled inches high,
Cookie yells "come and get 'er"
Who says cowboys cannot fly?
Worn jeans and shirts with patches
Hats to shade their weathered face,
Dusty boots with spurs that jingle
Chaps adorned with rawhide lace.
I sit down and realize I'm getting lost in a mirror.I guess I'm the mirror myself.
You talk to me and I answer to you. You don't remember me and I forget about your whole existence.
Everything becomes, easily, blurry memories. I'm afraid I'm a burden to those around me. But, at the same time the whole world is a burden to me. I don't know what to believe anymore.
Even my thoughts seem to be given instructions. I want to touch you, but I'm afraid I'll become a mirror again. That you will realize that too And you will be afraid of your own reflection.
Locked in the basement
There’s a dying bird in the basement-
Yet I’m far too tired to go down and chase it.
This corvid has followed me since I was a child,
I admit that I fed it, unaware that it was wild.
Like a thick black blanket — all of these crows
They stood like Gargoyles, over my childhood home.
Love love love
All my problems spawn from it
My troubles, pains and fears
Love is the denominator
To love a dominator
Is to weep without tears
“You do it to yourself”
Blah blah.. shudder
A fleeting glance
A playful smirk
And my heart begins to flutter
All it takes is to pave the cracks
The fracture thats been there all my life
In my core, pumping out poisoned blood
Blood I can’t let with a knife
Why choose to love still?
You ask
Why should I try?
Because love is who I am
Your eyes are the same colors as Claude Monet’s “Water Lilies”— did anyone ever tell you that?
Don’t ask me to tell you anything about the painting, I’m not a fucking art history major (I’m not pretentious enough).
But the blues and greens— I swear Monet used your eyes as a palette.
Did anyone tell you your smile was crafted by Picasso?
I know he painted in abstracts, that explains the slight crook of your smile.
I know you don’t like your smile much,
But I’ve always loved Picasso.
If in fact such a female and/or male exists
an insufferable existence clamors for surcease
against riptide of ineradicable anguish.
Living hand to mouth
for majority of mein kampf
(elle ex vee orbitz
roam'n around the nearest star)
punctuated with disequilibrium,
a comma date ting me
with penury and perdition.
the whales come in from the ocean
and a man pushes in on the queue
I glared cause we’d waited in line
don’t know if he’d given his time
Whale stranding is a natural thing
sometimes you can tow them out to sea
Whales don’t watch tv
A pod will follow a whale in trouble
17 thousand eight hundred and fifty
stranded cetaceans in UK last year
housing the homeless, feeding the poor
we fondled our thoughts and watched suits on the tv that night
euthanasing whales is a hard decision
so I took my dog for a walk
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