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Poet Introduction
I love to write on the edge: Not all significant poetry goes down like warm soup: Don't fear the burn It just might awaken you: In the words of Jim Morrison... 'Wake up!' (I don't remember where I am either).. Note: I write heartwarming stuff too..
5: 78: Boundless Love
Excerpt 78 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the wounded heart remains scarred
and hardened, yet desperately wants to love
again with the flexibility it once had, but it
struggles...
Each step is so painful to it in reaching forward
to the love it seeks...
It forever reaches then retracts in fear and
resignation...
It wants to love freely without boundaries as a
wild animal runs...
But the steps are slowed in trepidation so it
hides and avoids love, compounding the...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the wounded heart remains scarred
and hardened, yet desperately wants to love
again with the flexibility it once had, but it
struggles...
Each step is so painful to it in reaching forward
to the love it seeks...
It forever reaches then retracts in fear and
resignation...
It wants to love freely without boundaries as a
wild animal runs...
But the steps are slowed in trepidation so it
hides and avoids love, compounding the...
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Corruptible
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Quicksand
Leaden in
and immobilized,
grey and heavy
quicksand...
Steps were light the
way was quick,
the manner was
an even calm...
Intentions
drawn were blurred
glazed over
and sunken...
Wading in
the heavy truth
words were not
to prevail...
Slowly timed
yet surely ensued,
it dragged itself
onto here...
With usury on
both sides the risen
banks gave way
to paths...
Planned not
but taken, worked
but not carried
nor removed...
No time to
spare it was a...
and immobilized,
grey and heavy
quicksand...
Steps were light the
way was quick,
the manner was
an even calm...
Intentions
drawn were blurred
glazed over
and sunken...
Wading in
the heavy truth
words were not
to prevail...
Slowly timed
yet surely ensued,
it dragged itself
onto here...
With usury on
both sides the risen
banks gave way
to paths...
Planned not
but taken, worked
but not carried
nor removed...
No time to
spare it was a...
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5: 77: My Nebulous Love
Excerpt 77 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the hearts desires can't be defined,
for it is but a hapless wanderer that knows
not fully what it seeks...
As a person looks up at clouds and sees what it
recognizes in them, the heart sees what it knows
of already in one and falls in love with this...
But like clouds, the love keeps changing; it can't
be harnessed and is intangible; it is far away...
As there are many clouds in the sky, so does the
heart hold many loves of...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, the hearts desires can't be defined,
for it is but a hapless wanderer that knows
not fully what it seeks...
As a person looks up at clouds and sees what it
recognizes in them, the heart sees what it knows
of already in one and falls in love with this...
But like clouds, the love keeps changing; it can't
be harnessed and is intangible; it is far away...
As there are many clouds in the sky, so does the
heart hold many loves of...
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5: 79: To Love From Afar
Excerpt 79 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, I love you from afar knowing you are floating like
a cloud way above me...
You live in the cloud and I live here, on earths firmament...
Heaven and earth are so seperate, yet they want to rejoin
and it is a type of magnetic attraction...
I want you to walk the earth with me, to teach you its ways...
I want you to emerge from deep within me and embody the
love itself, even as I feel the splitting of my heart like a
seed cracked open by...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, I love you from afar knowing you are floating like
a cloud way above me...
You live in the cloud and I live here, on earths firmament...
Heaven and earth are so seperate, yet they want to rejoin
and it is a type of magnetic attraction...
I want you to walk the earth with me, to teach you its ways...
I want you to emerge from deep within me and embody the
love itself, even as I feel the splitting of my heart like a
seed cracked open by...
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Black Widow
(a trick.....)
Black as night and black as death
the closet drama was heavy on duress
chelicerae that were poised to strike were
crustaceous talons uncurtailed by blight
the arachnoid unguis with pretty nails
his eyes became wider as she impaled
injecting a slurry in venomous disguise
that she wanted him free was just a guise
he couldn't just get up and walk away
the sticky strands were anchored in place
it was only a matter of time before the
poison would stunt and kill all that was alive
the microscopic hopes to which he...
Black as night and black as death
the closet drama was heavy on duress
chelicerae that were poised to strike were
crustaceous talons uncurtailed by blight
the arachnoid unguis with pretty nails
his eyes became wider as she impaled
injecting a slurry in venomous disguise
that she wanted him free was just a guise
he couldn't just get up and walk away
the sticky strands were anchored in place
it was only a matter of time before the
poison would stunt and kill all that was alive
the microscopic hopes to which he...
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Pumpkinhead
(a treat....)
Spun from sockets in a servile release
mushy ejaculate was anything but peace
slippery inside and degraded like grease
ripped and pulled as it tore in release
emptied and seeded the grainy gourd
it couldn't have seen a better reward
for all the days it had grown in the field
to take on a face that was sure to reveal
all it had seen through a worms-eye view
a prattling pawky pavid scene so askew
crawling with vermin exalting its vines
that had fed an elixir of dirt-eaten design
ripped from its prison by a sharp scythe...
Spun from sockets in a servile release
mushy ejaculate was anything but peace
slippery inside and degraded like grease
ripped and pulled as it tore in release
emptied and seeded the grainy gourd
it couldn't have seen a better reward
for all the days it had grown in the field
to take on a face that was sure to reveal
all it had seen through a worms-eye view
a prattling pawky pavid scene so askew
crawling with vermin exalting its vines
that had fed an elixir of dirt-eaten design
ripped from its prison by a sharp scythe...
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4: 1: My Intangible Love
Excerpt 1 from Journal 4: 'Tears of Ash'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 1'
My Love, I know you not,
yet I taste you in the
moments of stillness...
In the air, cold with vacancy
does my hearts fire burn
and consume it...
In this empty room void of decoration
do thoughts of you dance and
and add color and depth...
In the lightness of my steps do I feel
the weight not of myself
but of your existence...
In my own eyes do I see mirrored
your struggles and joys
as mine...
...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 1'
My Love, I know you not,
yet I taste you in the
moments of stillness...
In the air, cold with vacancy
does my hearts fire burn
and consume it...
In this empty room void of decoration
do thoughts of you dance and
and add color and depth...
In the lightness of my steps do I feel
the weight not of myself
but of your existence...
In my own eyes do I see mirrored
your struggles and joys
as mine...
...
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4: 4: Winters Warmth
Excerpt 4 from Journal 4: 'Tears of Ash'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 1'
In this cold winter air is the promise
of warmer days...
In the midst of those who can never
know me is the promise of one
who will...
In the stinging barbs of the words
which cut and tear my flesh is
the hope of one who will
soothe it...
In my pained dreams filled with
imbalance is the hope
of balance...
In this lack of stability and solidity
in my daily life is the desire for
firm ground on which...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 1'
In this cold winter air is the promise
of warmer days...
In the midst of those who can never
know me is the promise of one
who will...
In the stinging barbs of the words
which cut and tear my flesh is
the hope of one who will
soothe it...
In my pained dreams filled with
imbalance is the hope
of balance...
In this lack of stability and solidity
in my daily life is the desire for
firm ground on which...
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The Blade Of Intuition
- From ' The Path To Inner Truth' :
My self help book
Resting on the blade and
dancing on the edge...
My atoms are split they
resonate with chaos...
Finding not reunion I
pulse with uncertainty...
Remembering not intention
nor reason, burning...
Blinded by awareness and
succeeded by vision...
I remember why and
release it, balancing...
My seperate worlds collided,
in a breath they rejoined...
With being and knowing
...
My self help book
Resting on the blade and
dancing on the edge...
My atoms are split they
resonate with chaos...
Finding not reunion I
pulse with uncertainty...
Remembering not intention
nor reason, burning...
Blinded by awareness and
succeeded by vision...
I remember why and
release it, balancing...
My seperate worlds collided,
in a breath they rejoined...
With being and knowing
...
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And For What But To Write
This malfeasant rite is
for what but to write
so carried by spite that
hardly took flight
and for what but to write...
For whom it was told
or for how it was sold
and it didn't even know
for what it did show
and for what but to write...
I wrote it all down
it sang without a sound
yet I felt it spin me around
for whom it was meant
and for what but to write....
In giving it away the
story had stay it blew
me away and everyone
who read it was played
and for what...
for what but to write
so carried by spite that
hardly took flight
and for what but to write...
For whom it was told
or for how it was sold
and it didn't even know
for what it did show
and for what but to write...
I wrote it all down
it sang without a sound
yet I felt it spin me around
for whom it was meant
and for what but to write....
In giving it away the
story had stay it blew
me away and everyone
who read it was played
and for what...
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5: 69: To Not Need You
Excerpt 69 from Journal 5, 'Reaching My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, how I thought I needed you...
How I hung my hat on your vision...
How I found such sense in you...
How I created just this; your loves absence...
For no man alive could equal you...
So I loved no man...
The emptiness in my heart fueled the visions
and imaginings of you...
This became a perfect circle of longing and desire...
Now at last, I face this: The complete absence of you...
I cannot create you into existence, only God can
...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
My Love, how I thought I needed you...
How I hung my hat on your vision...
How I found such sense in you...
How I created just this; your loves absence...
For no man alive could equal you...
So I loved no man...
The emptiness in my heart fueled the visions
and imaginings of you...
This became a perfect circle of longing and desire...
Now at last, I face this: The complete absence of you...
I cannot create you into existence, only God can
...
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