it is concluded
It is concluded:
I
shall
touch
though your incognizance
will render its
immediacy
moot
immediacy
not
permanence
hallowed
for this moment
only
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when thinkers feel
Category: we
June 15, 2012
May 29, 2012
Summer Spell …via sista stein
Summer came shimming up, shooing, shamming
shining up;
humming
hopping
hashing up
my fragrant true
Tell my zig,
my simple do tell
I am not
When shining high
High in blades of verdant limbo
Carry well your bushy pride
Summer came shimming, shooing, shamming
Clamor on my cheek of chill
Reach in deep and find a charm
A charm of cane
Of cane and purple
Humming and hopping
my fragrant true
May 28, 2012
The Fine Line
there comes a time when
succumb to Fine
is
in
order
when blindsided by
the fineness
and groping for a new
direction
away
from
the scene of injury
SURRENDER
strategically
conserving the sane
of Maintain
no pain
after the initial blow;
too grown
not to know
the
rest…
of a fineness conquest
May 26, 2012
Freedom Fastenation
Freedom —
you are
the cruelest captor
deft confining;
sweet fondness
binding
savagely;
how
do I Defy
untied
no ultimata
no terms pro rata
to impugn
Irately;
so sedately
sure
your hold
Secure
:
when smiling
what constitutes
a plea
amidst the free
my sentence is immutable
May 5, 2012
sole love lauding (narcissist’s catharsis)
there is no
love
in admiration;
Awe —
its only
effect
utterly unattainable
when
exploits
fail
to
amaze
yet–
solace love
encroaches
interrupting applause
with
aroused approaches
forgiving strata,
bartering
Embraces
for wagonfuls of Wonder
.
Under-
qualified
to provide
perpetually bounding bravos
— Unauthorized —
considering
notoriety’s anxieties
Refused entirely
!
Exchanged
for
intimate
you Toos
fear demands
unsettling Imbalances and
love Creates
a soothing place
love Mandates
a sharing space
love Combines what awe divides
how
utterly…
laudable
April 2, 2012
getting to Know
and that’s how I know;
the somber silhouette grew
smaller
in the distance
and I knew I knew I knew I knew I knew
I knew before then too
but Then
I knew I knew
he
knows Not; no
saddling himself
with
such
but I knew that too; And
I just
know
it All
Except how not to know
March 27, 2012
found
He believes
in me;
eyes
wider than mine
for me; unsettles —
smiles
when he speaks of it
now,
how Facility
found
fragility
remains to be seen
but joy convinced green
when he
leaned
in
;
weighty
greatly
taken with
One man’s
treasure
March 26, 2012
a prescient pollen
it’s
on
me
— all in my hair
time
under
the weeping willow
put it there
you brushed yours off so easily;
mine seemed to stick, a little
March 17, 2012
dirtless’ dogma
Magnificent, Mystical ME!
the only way you’ll have it
…. apparently
The Magical Me
and that’s the
One I’ll be
Thank You
Prohibition on
true
intimacy
so what’s the key to
my je ne sais quois
quality?
the dirt that Formed me
hardly!
ranked hands don’t
do
messy
AVOID that
………. Eternally
and the dirt that formed you?
you came; you
conquered
true?
so what’s all this to do: of No
threshing
through
the Hurt
Is
the dirt;
What made
you …
You
RETRACT
All That**
look
!
I’m perfect too
and that’s how we
do
The You
Love
me; and
i love you
March 16, 2012
quiet love
quiet love
engorging
ventless channels
breathes desperately
the air of salvation
in time, the ache
abates
once
numbing affection dissipates
quiet love
is
Translucent
she can’t
be
truly seen;
only felt
when touched
under the Bluest moon
July 25, 2009
Primary Color
Brown, brown, brown, brown – all the colors of the universe engendered at the dare of dawn. In hand, a spectral palette on which the love of many shall wax cold oblivious to green futility. Seizer of green – no sense of synch, a wonderment cresting flat. Synchronize and see it is of no small task to stay in rhythm …cresting flat? The ordinary has a wonder. Master that green ought come soft and easy. The synch is out of order. A muddled meter reigns informing musing mayhem that enchants.
I’ll dance.
For a spell. Always for a spell.
The ordinary has a wonder. I am god presumably unacquainted with the insignificant. Only me.
Omniscient me, ruling out of rhythm.
Bloated brilliance devoid of luster hypes a minus-book pinched from the annals of essence.
Author not known
fully.
Monochromatic proficiency feigned, I prance to brown and die.
Author not know
fully.
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