The house of love
True love is a mirror
what you see
is what you get
and what you give
is what you'll receive
opposites mirror
one anther
hate mirrors hate
disappointment
disappointment
and true love
love
love honest
love in earnest
earth and sky are one
one then can never be two
two halves make one whole
this journey centers us
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A tenant is he
A tenant is he the would-be bee
Too husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher!
O her rose of purest white
Now crimsons the purple night
Clings ravenous the bower
That would-be sting endower!
O she would, encapsulate!
All of his space and time...,
O she would, emasculate!
Him, bring him unto her climb.
Bring him unto her watchtower!
He a homeless tenant, outlier...
He is her; man of the hour!
He is to be her bee emulsifier.
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When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky
did he lift a withheld heart to weep?
Pasque flower like in a rocky deep.
Or did he dwell with a heart of empathy
innate with a life so rich without apathy.
Or did he with earthly colors fling...
His heart into a bleaker ebony thing!
When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky
Was it then that he went indivisible bye?
And if so, O, my lord god, why don't I…
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Be like wind ever watchful...
Outside the wind inhales its own enormous voice
But inside its quiet a needy crummy little mouse
Bravely it lingers watchful at the window-door
Its self an ever expanding universe a metaphor!
Hurling both rain and snowflake with an icy raw
The wind an unbalanced creature on falcon claw
You feel his bewilderment of flightless strength
You're a chasm he enters in a lonely wavelength
Be like wind ever watchful at the window-door
Be as the ever expanding universe forevermore.
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Love and envy…
They've colonized the world all over
But love is still a desert island.
They're like white tropical angel birds
Each pair's feathers twirled together
Sing over unsung everglades…
Perched like twin heavenly stars forever.
As waves crash against the rocks mermaids
Mermen roar and evilly, conjecture!
How do we intoxicate the air of love?
Poison this ether and drown their hearts
Cool the heavenly mingling in-corrupt bloods:
That sings of utopias clouds with harps.
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Where Is The Harm In Looking?
Where is the harm in looking?
Beauty is a delicate blessing…
As baking is all in the cooking,
And in us constant tasting…
Where is the harm in looking?
See entwine the under growth…
These violets; singularly, alluring.
See the morning and the primrose.
Where is the harm in looking?
O sees the sleek birch trees reaching
Its branches outreach our time and space
Touching the stars—
For us hung-out to gaze in every place.
Where then girl is the harm in looking..?
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The Potter's Wheel
I've put love on a potter's wheel
Applied it with a sprinkling of words
Shaped terracotta like a goldsmith
Held their bars; their molten innards.
Their bodies' ingots shimmering…
A picture framed around gold-leaf.
Till, like the climbs of a silver moon
They're etched in my own relief.
Sculptured like a melting snow
I've felt their pearls slip back on the necklace
And like a tree of blossom
All is swept into an ocean - verbless
Like a vessel smashed into a million pieces.
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The silence to lip sync
Again and again, I just can't read
This world is too busy in its stampede.
Shouting and stamping, millipede
Stir-crazy-feet slamming gates
Coughing and laughing.
This world it's just too bloody
Annoying, cars keep honking
Dogs keep barking and baying.
And the phone keeps ringing!
How on earth does one locate.
...The silence to lip sync
Too still the mind to think
To take in what is set out in ink.
Recapture the stillness of a dream once more
It may take until my death I think!
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What we worship guides our thirst...
Only he God can charge or judge
The ink, that pores-out its blood.
That algae-spore" of each, dreams-drudge,
That made its way—out; from the crud.
"Only he who's skipped, between the stone-
Rocks of the alternant—current
Knows where each" lost breath, lays sewn.
All are archaic, indulgent.
"What we worship guides our thirst...
The mountain pastures, the glassy-glade.
The foot-pounding-city-streets, cloudburst:
Life's passing" promenade.
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My heart is a cactus flower
My heart is a cactus flower
Unwilling to bend...
Unwilling to wilt...
Unwilling to die...
But—still.
I just can't walk away...
I've sold my life.
For a deserts ray
For a deserts ray
Of light!
Thirsty and more!
Blistered and sore!
My soul is damned,
To confess:
My eyes are parched
For more, more
Than I can posses.
Envisage.
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