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I love you- you writ
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]I love you- writ i -
&such 'it' is, in this place displaced howevermany times
removed of each of other
whatever-is-left of m e , don'hardly recall/remember what it
feels like t'be looked in thee eye thee i & told
- I love you - by any'one other than thee recitative requisites of
son/daughter, brother/sister - as per going about our
usual hidings.........
my dear m'dear, IT has been so long now that that that it's now
all a'stutter...
would - i love you - touch me? hold me? allow my touch to
touch your bare bodily essence? to lay wit ye? for an hour?
a night? just once? maybe twice? to kiss/taste of each other
[deeply].......all
being matters[?] of age? agelessness? time? timelessness?
'my' age certainly represents death, (&yes, Life & 'survival'
in dodging theEnd of mybodyheart, & 'survival' of love-heart
in losing my greatest love just 2yrs later)
....i've just so recently
sat 11months next to my father's dying....his body as unpretty
as almost can be i'magined, &o, thee amputations,
---a constant reflection of 'my own'
mortality---& his clinging all-the-way up til
just the Last Few Days, to 'chance' of some reversal, some renewal
amidst thee lingering terror of real finality........
such a deep lonely sadness, reflecting 8yrs of 'my own' most profound
aloneness ever known
- I love you - [such an amorphous thing as t'not even be thing'like]
used so humanly loosely....& varied as much in interpretation as there
are voices saying it........
yes, beautied dark-eyed 'stranger'....in thee distance....in this screens illusion...
I Love You[/font]
________________________dkzk nov2011______
&FOTObyArkivaDaKoza\SunJuly1,2012 at 4:03pm /////
I love you- you writ
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]I love you- writ i -
&such 'it' is, in this place displaced howevermany times
removed of each of other
whatever-is-left of m e , don'hardly recall/remember what it
feels like t'be looked in thee eye thee i & told
- I love you - by any'one other than thee recitative requisites of
son/daughter, brother/sister - as per going about our
usual hidings.........
my dear m'dear, IT has been so long now that that that it's now
all a'stutter...
would - i love you - touch me? hold me? allow my touch to
touch your bare bodily essence? to lay wit ye? for an hour?
a night? just once? maybe twice? to kiss/taste of each other
[deeply].......all
being matters[?] of age? agelessness? time? timelessness?
'my' age certainly represents death, (&yes, Life & 'survival'
in dodging theEnd of mybodyheart, & 'survival' of love-heart
in losing my greatest love just 2yrs later)
....i've just so recently
sat 11months next to my father's dying....his body as unpretty
as almost can be i'magined, &o, thee amputations,
---a constant reflection of 'my own'
mortality---& his clinging all-the-way up til
just the Last Few Days, to 'chance' of some reversal, some renewal
amidst thee lingering terror of real finality........
such a deep lonely sadness, reflecting 8yrs of 'my own' most profound
aloneness ever known
- I love you - [such an amorphous thing as t'not even be thing'like]
used so humanly loosely....& varied as much in interpretation as there
are voices saying it........
yes, beautied dark-eyed 'stranger'....in thee distance....in this screens illusion...
I Love You[/font]
________________________dkzk nov2011______
&FOTObyArkivaDaKoza\SunJuly1,2012 at 4:03pm /////
Published 1st Jul 2012
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how does this have the ratio it has of reads/likes? this is tender and sincere, no bullshit, but a little insecure at the same time. longing, caring...
i hear it in the words, and no, bro. you ain't dead yet. x
i hear it in the words, and no, bro. you ain't dead yet. x
sweet,beautiful comment reflectin a beautisoul eye already knew was there
given the# of my poom'post(poems), my 'ratio', or %, or batting avg, of reads/comments has got to have me faaaaaaaar ahead in the running for DUP Least Commented Upon Poot(Poet).......
it probably has to do wit that i canno bring myself to use any art as a contest, so i gotta stay'way from the o'pining poles(forums),competitions, etc.
i 'used to be' a very incisive,knowledge'able 'critic' of music/poetry, but wit th'onset of certain physic/psychic/(dare'say)spirit traumas at century's turn, that ego-prop had to be done away wit tkeep me heartmuscle beating & relatively 'non-toxic'. "i" (or what's-left-of-"i") has got to be constantly vigilant re:Not living in/by our "normal" ego-habits, & balance whatever egoshit remains 'active' wit thee dark,self-facing humor it deserves.
So, that puts what's-left-of-me way out of the loop, whether DUP, farce'book, & whatever-is-left-of 'real' life.......
Even (or maybe even 'especially') the Most Spiritual among us seem to only be able to 'look' at the toxic processes of ego thru that very ego, --i worked in psychiatry for a long time, watchin colleagues try t'fix 'bad' ego's wit their own ego-shit firmly & blindingly in control (called "counter-transference", & then use ego-reflux to try to 'resolve' the CT,ha)...a hilarious 'serious business' indeed --- & the last 'love-of-my-life' was th'most brilliant psychiatrist i ever met...came into my life just-in-time to 'save' me from cardiac death wit her love,devotion,& diagnostic acuity which far surpassed the limits of her 'certified' specialties, before the early demise of another close friend of ours pushed her 'over the edge'...
enuf soap-yodelling...i've thrown away most of my 'knowledge' & don'wan'it back....it ain't what it's cracked up to be...
maybe tha's why nobody knows what to say'bout my writes...tis pretty irrelevant as to 'why'
thankyou, dear
given the# of my poom'post(poems), my 'ratio', or %, or batting avg, of reads/comments has got to have me faaaaaaaar ahead in the running for DUP Least Commented Upon Poot(Poet).......
it probably has to do wit that i canno bring myself to use any art as a contest, so i gotta stay'way from the o'pining poles(forums),competitions, etc.
i 'used to be' a very incisive,knowledge'able 'critic' of music/poetry, but wit th'onset of certain physic/psychic/(dare'say)spirit traumas at century's turn, that ego-prop had to be done away wit tkeep me heartmuscle beating & relatively 'non-toxic'. "i" (or what's-left-of-"i") has got to be constantly vigilant re:Not living in/by our "normal" ego-habits, & balance whatever egoshit remains 'active' wit thee dark,self-facing humor it deserves.
So, that puts what's-left-of-me way out of the loop, whether DUP, farce'book, & whatever-is-left-of 'real' life.......
Even (or maybe even 'especially') the Most Spiritual among us seem to only be able to 'look' at the toxic processes of ego thru that very ego, --i worked in psychiatry for a long time, watchin colleagues try t'fix 'bad' ego's wit their own ego-shit firmly & blindingly in control (called "counter-transference", & then use ego-reflux to try to 'resolve' the CT,ha)...a hilarious 'serious business' indeed --- & the last 'love-of-my-life' was th'most brilliant psychiatrist i ever met...came into my life just-in-time to 'save' me from cardiac death wit her love,devotion,& diagnostic acuity which far surpassed the limits of her 'certified' specialties, before the early demise of another close friend of ours pushed her 'over the edge'...
enuf soap-yodelling...i've thrown away most of my 'knowledge' & don'wan'it back....it ain't what it's cracked up to be...
maybe tha's why nobody knows what to say'bout my writes...tis pretty irrelevant as to 'why'
thankyou, dear
3rd Jul 2012 9:34pm
and how love and connection makes your words sober, less trippy.
be it either, still genius
writon trippy friend
be it either, still genius
writon trippy friend
3rd Jul 2012 10:51pm
