to evacuate human from Earth
how to differentiate
Good people from bad
One is heaven and another hell
A costly ticked for heaven
all rich and Evil somewhat
got an entry in it...
remaining entered in other..
before taking off
God changed the name
of the ships..
They took me to Windermere today.
Just to put Father Christmas away.
They said ,,We haven,t got much time
we have to be back at twelve to dine,,
I didn,t really see the point
I hadn,t time to inspect the joint.
Flying here flying there
Seem to have no time to spare.
Keith Wilson. Windermere.UK, 2017.
There is a place, deeply buried,
that you magically healed
So lightly, your mindful touch
caressed the pained places
Gingerly and one by one, my scars,
sweetly you cleansed them
Broke the seals of time and
slid open the panes
To let your purifying light pour in
That magic of yours, was love
and being in your presence
Is the Sun on my pale marked skin
after years hiding in darkness
Protectress...manna, Luna, vulvic-veil,
my heinous highness, take this kiss upon
your forehead and crown.
Tinctured lips, paired pilgrims of our alchemy...
surmounted mount in tantric trust, the perfect
fit for this Age.
We watched each other's will hatch in the palms
of our hands...forgetting to argue who came first.
The rightful bliss of essential ignorance, world
manifest under our noses--roused by smelling salts
from intermittent faints...Love, Love, Love!
You, dearest of whomsoever came forth from innumerable
bodies, to be half-turn to my half-turn...round our world
on its head.
Bar to bar none axes...one string guitars from pole to pole--
played bloody by our fingers.
Corollas of red droplets...the poppies are everywhere, the
child you bore me was me--forcing me to man abandonment.
Caught at the lip of a curb ramp, I hurl handfuls of folly
skyward...as pieces of absence continually settle time.
I apply you to my proportion...Vitruvian Man versed in
your space, circle squared dear--circle squared...the poppies
Broken down to simplest things, I lay you down, I lay me
down...try both sides of the bed where neither is met.
Just as I cease to exist, I-ness nets a sense of being, bolting
upright as if hearing the world fall.
We who observed continuous excellency of soul, stood
juxtaposed in extemporaneous awe.
How could I expel you, how could you expel me...from
such a juxtaposition?
The "invisible worm" brings tidings of forever before it
destroys the flower...the poppies are everywhere.
Your face is my morning
A sun shines in my heart
I can see my future
Through your eyes
Two moons light up my dark night
Because of you..
I love my days
I adore my nights
I want live my whole life..
Away from the hell of my destiny.