Live, Love, Dream

now i am telling you! " hold my hand"

“that feels better, I can feel you now!

now close your eyes and imagine

I’ve heard of couples fizzling out after a few years or even less.
I’m here to say this will never happen to us because so little tears
we’ve been together, believe it or not, now for 52 years.

Its stunning, slightly absurd, large, enters on a large scale and you cant ignore it. The gigantic penetrative Marketing Campaign.

I exit as a messenger
Of the silent rooted presence

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…

I am on a road to nowhere

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…

Nothing , And I mean nothing can ever hurt them now
together they flourish and sustain
both securing and giving a pure heart

take me to the place where you go
where nobody knows

I were so very patient as

i slowely ran my toes along

your bottom

then your hip,

you along your thigh

across your knee

then your calf

i knew from these inti…

Do not fool yourself
to think
you have fondled
a saint
You have merely
touched your lips
upon
a burden.

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…

Could it be
that the anger we feel
towards life
is a knowing in our spirit
telling us
that all is not right…?

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 pray there may be peace,
for the souls of the long unsettled

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…