C.C. Arshagra

(truly, then honestly) be

And I am just the whale of poems

And you hate poems

I’m going
to die now,
just
to become wind

And become ,,,

The Earth is
hungry to play alive with you

She draws you into her wave and b…

...to ask important knowledge.

What have we forgotten?

Love’s naked and bare Mother gives.
Still … life embodies hope within all.
We are beyond releasing comes.

Bought, sold, and paid for by the owners of the game
Just like in a real American election

You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone
And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe
But were rained on by sto…

Come.

We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.

And here is the nexus of gratitude is.

To be once true
And then anew

Sung ti the tune: "Amazing Grace"

As brave as the sky she is
For she will not
Be destroyed
By the storms of mind’s whirl

Control nothing and remain free in the return of giving is.

Death becomes laughter when you do.
Laughter, like silence comes …

Beliefs which become, / and hence form the shape of how we hear, fear, and respond; exercise.
Responding to what we defend

An ode to Robin Fortin

Our most naked sense
‘touched’ so…

... little we know

... real, nothing, go, and empty

You are free to be inside yourself

Completely naked; being

Letters, and oils, and pastels, and pencils can …
Eat your heart out and rip your soul a new one

“Do you know the time of love?” She spoke
To move to my mind with breathing’s way

Fine as fingers drunk past lips
We looked into each other

And then as if …