just a little thread
of water
down the side
of a cup
of a tree trunk
trickle
how the time
ticks sometimes lonely
sometimes only
second to second
a world apart
trickle
as honey runs
sweet
insipid
and slow
just e…
in the most silent way,
how he passes his time,
gradual light graces his fronds,
smears across late day hues,
in an exquisite dance,
whispers through the tines.
the hill is bored endless by rabbit,
my cush…
A new day has dawned
As we stroll through the grassy meadows
And come up upon the campsite
I had prepared the day before
With plenty of wood for the fire
And a picnic table to start a romantic meal
I set …
Nothing , And I mean nothing can ever hurt them now
together they flourish and sustain
both securing and giving a pure heart
Do not fool yourself
to think
you have fondled
a saint
You have merely
touched your lips
upon
a burden.
The Horny Horns played funkadelic as the sound of
trombone, sax and trumpet rent the air
There within the music, minds travelled
to where beats of soul echoed through the psyche
Always in the groove giv…
darkness sits in hot idleness
across my half sleeping form,
in unseasonal warmth,
the night noises enter
each open window.
you had to leave,
and in these days inbetween,
my second brain
does not see or hear…
Shy and curious at first. But as
Time passed the full
Gamut was experienced. And though
Reflection understood it was
Sorrow who held the
Moment… of time
Thwarted in the
Land of
Neglect…
You rape and
Pillage. Storm my very
Heart! What is it you
Want from me? Is it my
Pound of flesh? I gave that
Eon’s back… You are
Never satisfied. No matter
That I give all I
Have.
and now the clay is on fire. peeking out of winter’s decadence.
the enchanting beauty of staying inside. you and i.
My poor little broken heart
Has been abused and tortured
Many times over
But anytime it sees even a glimmer
Of a chance
For happiness
It leaps
It bounds
It wishes
It hopes
Because maybe this time
It could be th…
For a moment
We were together
Building a life
Happily
But it was all in my head
Just a day dream
A small hope
An easy picture to see
Because it’s so easy
When we’re together
But I never told you
My dreams
My sma…
By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…
i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…
I’ll walk the walk.
I’ll talk the talk.
I’am who I’am.
And that’s not all…
If I can sense your smell…
I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
I’ll come crash…