Said to me,
Do you love me?
If you love me, I shall love,
Love you.
She said to me
So slowly and sadly.
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Many of those who
GuidesCould not beAnd those who had not to beTurned intoGuides,Research guides.
The new writers borrow from it
As I can see them borrowing,Cutting the materials from,But what to say to?
Where do you keep singing
The charm and music of love,The magic and passion of it?A singer of loveYou so passionate about, so loveful,So impassioned and rhythmic!
Buddha lost in his sadhna
But the song of the dancersSounding unto him,Do not tighten the strings so muchThat give away they,Do not loosen so muchThat the music comes out notAnd he drawing from, taking a lesson fromAfter loosening the hard penanceFor enlightenment’s sake.
The blackly ash-coloured, mountainous wild elephants
Offering wild bloomsAnd water sipped inFrom the fresh streamAnd offering,Pouring jala overThe linga,Shiva-linga,Naturally forming ShivaOf the forest-tractAnd the wind sighing byOm namah shivay, om namah shivay, om namah shivay,Shivay shivay shivay,Hari om, om, omWith a murmur,The wild-wild forest-tract elephants,Mountainous and enormousAnd huge and gigantic,The wild elephants huge and giganticJust like the rocks, mountainsWith the wild-wild…
Data and designing,
Give you the dataTo design it.
i will disarm you!
God
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i could write volumes about:
the stampeding marching song of ants.the screeching grate of the snail crossing pavement,the sound of the fire flickering on the candle wick.the hymn of the rain before it hits the ground,the jubilent sound of the rose petal opening…the scream of the autumn leafjust as it begins to fall.the sharp intake of breath,when the tree sees…
that he’d been walking forever…the night was brisk and cool….a half moon, and a few stars.every step he took he let goof something else….all the things he’d thought he needed….all the things that got in the way!pride, hurt, anger, need, andall the images he had of what should be…..he walked up to the door, and…
capitalism and conquer,
feeding the hunger of take….one person over another,just and holy rewards…the losers per judgement,have no place in your kingdom….but the hallways of your hearts,ring empty and tainted….as the house that you builtfalls in on you!
i watched them loading
dirty faced kids in the back….you could tell they’d been crying.‘you got gas money, bud?have them kids eaten? ‘….‘we’re fine… thanks for the help…’and they drove off onfifteen dollar tires…to find a new life!and it’s Christmasall over the world!
she drained every ounce
and left his body lifelessin an alley…took every ounce of feelingfrom his senses…every streak of lightfrom his darkened path…took his every original thought,and the identity of his desire,and wadded them up like paperfor the fire…now every reason she had to live,every thing she ever knew about love…all lie betrayed by her tearsin a shallow grave…
tis breath, then…
that taking hands touches.that shaping lips kisses.that barks, howls, groans, and chirps…that is the lift beneath wings.that is both scent and journey.that is the language between us.defining one inside the other…tis breath, then….(that being fire, becomes fire.that being human, becomes human.that leaving body, becomes spirit.that being lonely, takes a body.that naming god, does not know.that…
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For you know it cannot be,
There are wishes that remain,
An Impossibility.
Oh, I hate that very word,
That cuts you away from me,
As the day begins to bleed,
Softly, sadly, silently,
But as fragile butterflies,
Drowning in Life’s chilling Sea,
You and I although we try,
Cannot change our Destiny!
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Who can tell what is to come?
No one has a Crystal BallTech cannot answer it all,Most is so out of our hands,Even, if so foolishly,We believe we’re in command.All the talk is one big scam,On the stage, one great big Ham,No one really knows a thing,Make believe, the sinuous fraud,Is the goal, the perfect sting.
Is Poetry
Some might say‘Yes’, not worth a dimeBut breathing, thinking’Loving too,May not produce,Great wealth for youYet necessary are,And so is PoetryFor those who dreamAnd live,Reaching, for the Stars.
Poetry, Music
Prelude,To Paradise.
I an upside-down world,
And most goose-stepping people,Can’t seem to be able to think,On their ownOr even do the right thing.
The Millennium,
The killing of HopeDark panorama,Short cut rope.Technical miracles,Advance without endAnd we, we go backTo our savage trendViolence a pinnacle,Red flowers bloomHuman understanding,Hurled into doom.The beautiful is uglyThe ugly is expressed,In actions, in speechesOf continual distress.Mechanically savvy,Humanly compressed,An Ugly World,Where feelingsAre not blessed.Icicles are forming,Icebergs show their crestThey’re our future TowersOf Hopelessness.
Words, hands, mind, feelings,
Poetry, Love,Love’s flight towards the light,Paradise,Opening majestic might,That carries you beaming,Thru Life.Love, so easy to lose,So hard to find,It is what will bind,Our hearts to all human play,The best thing ever,Life’s floral bouquet.