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with a lava lamp and a beanbag chair
we’d listened to Elton’s
Caption Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

the music is natural
written in the mind
the heart
do you remember
forgive and come alive

Some dungeon cell, some cheerless keep
adorned with blood and crosses be her fate.

In this moment, society’s isolation strikes
me. I am alone, like a bird
peppered from its flock in flight, now
dropped ashore to forever wander aimlessly.

At the center of life is a vacant
chamber, an …

Ah! The spring!
That thing of being new
And flowery;
Freely the scent
So fresh, really mindless
Of perfumes,
And liberating colors
Without pink-slaps of trying;
No, youth needs know nothing
Of the dying that …

“is soo terribly well written…,”
must have been written to pattern
because i felt myself going thru’ all the stages again
being where the poem’s end leaves/left me probably
because that’s how it happens…

Passions awaken
Today shall last forever
All we have is now

i must be careful not to project your shadow
onto this new voice.
it wouldn’t be right, it wouldn’t be fair.

It is a triumph of sorts
To find alone courage
Primal seed placed in us
Such has the foundling
A father/mother
Deep and rich in the blood
Needing no other reservoir
The saturation of spirit

Of all inherent …

do not mix devious thinking with achieving

You believed savage scenes
Would reinvigorate
Dualities
Dormant within you

Thunderous enlightening
Focused on a loveless friction
Scratching out for the lost God spark—

Nothing remains
All is dead

And I searched for you
Across fielded plains.
Through the barren mountains
And endless rivers

surrounded by the early morning mist
the spray from the waves ,rebounding
from the rough surface of the rocks,
which in turn creates a wall of flittering diamonds
surrounding me

Those arms that have held me steady
Guidance disintegrating
into blood dust
Lifted on a transient wind…

Where all good fools begin, in the morning looking down the road.

Behold we are one here
We are each other’s light
Protection
Salvation
We are all things in one!

his eyes glistened with emotion, and he embraced me, crying out my name to the birds, to angels…
to the wind.

So we create,
Worlds and places,
Situations and lives.