I find you-
( extraordinary
relatable
moving
desolate )
Heartbreaking.
Your poems are-
( poignant
beautiful
elegant
stunning )
...(sigh)
"I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her."
This is poetry I dream of. This is what is inside of me that you have words to make beautiful. This is extraordinary.
I hope you realize that.
I believe that each of us must do three things.
We must explore.
We must find home.
And we must make the world a more beautiful place.
This is the hardest thing to do.
Yet you make it look easy.
Keep writing.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
You make me feel like
always dancing
always touching
always kissing
You make me feel like
always laughing
always singing
always leaning
You make me feel like
I am so close
to love.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Des milliers et des milliers d'années
Ne saufraient suffire
Pour dire
La petite seconde d'éternité
Ou tu m'as embrassé
Ou je t'ai embrassé
Un moment dans le froid de l'hiver
À la maison de la danse
À la maison
Sur la terre
La terre qui est un astre
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
i memorize your smile (crinkling
newspaper -just the comics section- rubbing off indelibly on fingers) in curl of my eyelashes
i remember your eyes (so beautiful they require existence
trees and stars and baby's fingernails) in the place where singing comes from
i impress your voice (thunderstorm without lightning, roar without lion, waterfall without rocks) in the spaces between my fingers
i save your kindness (dog patiently loving the persons particular, but more amazing because of humanity) in the souls of my feet
i carry your heart (I carry it in
my heart
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
A big yellow one, too.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your namethroughout the earth! You reveal your glory in the heavens above!
My God, everywhere I look I see Your power and Your love. How beautiful is Your creation! Yet You alone are Beautiful; all else is beautiful only through its' share in You.
From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise on account of your adversaries, so that you might put an end to the vindictive enemy.
The littlest child knows how to praise You: with their whole heart, whole soul, whole strength. Let me be as a child, oh my God.
When I look up at the heavens, which your fingers made, and see the moon and the stars, which you set in place,
Your creation inspires such wonder in me, oh Lord- what perfect stars, what gorgeous moon- yet all merely reflect Your wondrous light
Of what importance is the human race, that you should notice them? Of what importance is mankind, that you should pay attention to them,
Lord, I am insignificant. I am nothing to Your glory,
and make them a little less than the heavenly beings? You grant mankind honor and majesty;
But in Your overwhelming love and charity You care for me. I gain honor and status only from You
you appoint them to rule over your creation; you have placed everything under their authority,
God, may You grant me the wisdom, strength, and patience to care for Your world,
all the sheep and cattle, as well as the wild animals,
for Your creatures,
the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea and everything that moves through the currents of the seas.
big, small, cute, hideous, and everything in between.
O Lord, our Lord, how magnificent is your reputation throughout the earth!
Oh God, praise Your holy name!
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
She is the sway of new-lovers' hips to an old just-forgotten song as they blush and laugh at the strangeness of each other's eyes.
She is the infinite majesty of a starry night sky in the wilderness, untamed and terrifying in its beauty that plucks at the primal heartstrings, mere existence telling us we are insignificant.
She is the gentle light of an orange Harvest moon, shining on friends and enemies alike.
She is the fierce heat of summer-simmer sun.
She is the ache of too many tears tracing tired tracks.
She is an exotic new food.
She is the swoop of a roller coaster.
She is the chill of a spring breeze.
She is the crispness of an army bed.
She is the Weeping One.
She is my friend.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Personal prayer is all very well and good.
Sunday morning worship is all fine and dandy.
But ya know what?
Sometimes you just need to throw your arms in the air and bellow, "HALLELUJAH!"
Love those kids
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Ba-bum.
Ba-bum.
Ba-bum.
Ba- CRACK
(hear that?
my heart just broke.)
And- it's your fault.
All of you.
You hideous, gorgeous, creatures.
Everything you write
Makes me want to cry
Breaks my beating heart
Takes, and takes, and takes.
And then
Everything you write
Gives my heart hope
Lives in my soul.
Returns, returns, returns.
How can we do it?
How can we possibly do it?
Play god?
Give life!
Give death!
Take hope!
Take mourning!
Every day, we create tiny universes, pocket worlds, works of art.
Every day, we destroy the same.
Only one explanation.
We must be mad!
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
My lover rose out of the sea one day
And kissed me all rosy and warm;
I beckoned him in to my cave to stay,
But he sighed, for the gathering storm.
But he sighed, for the gathering storm.
My lover rose out of the sea that eve,
And sadly he started to warn,
"My love, much too soon you my death will grieve,
For I die with the gathering storm.
For I die with the gathering storm."
My lover rose out of the sea that night
For to marry me next Sunday morn;
But the Fates had declared thus in all their might:
"He will die with the gathering storm.
He will die with the gathering storm."
My lover rose out of the sea one day
For to face his gathered storm.
He gave me a grin and a rose from our bay,
But the storm came and left me forlorn.
But the storm came and left me forlorn.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC