When one was never two
And the reverse doubled
Becomes positive,
I remember links to an
Abandon page
And the effluent nature
Of the voice,
Spoken at odds at the edge
Of yesterday.
Where have we gone,
The soul is A tired old man
Forever told in a web of time,
Take this away,
Numb the years gone cold
In a river one ends
And begins in the sky's
Tearful rejoice.
That I took a deep breath
And found a complicated
Sigh;
I often wonder of the
Two existences,
When life can smile
At death's birth.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
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*Heart and soul pour forth
an artesian spring
arising
set free
through the conduit of poetry
brilliant constellations gleam adrift,
soothened reflections
float away unfettered,
mirrored upon
peaceful rivers sojourn
downstream
coursing afar
conjured beyond
the mesmerizing spell
of the outbound tides beckon
unconfined
swallowed
by the scattering voice
of the rising sea
fomenting
a comfortable silence
all at sea
within ocean deep
someone you used to know* 2017
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
Like men, from dust and clay she is born.
By men, her face and delicate form is made,
Through heat and glaze and Water she’ll soon scorn.
A fine novelty, A porcelain maid.
On her crown are luscious locks of mohair,
Adorned with rosettes, by masters no doubt!
And glass eyes tell the secrets she can’t share
For her lips are in an eternal pout.
Velvet and lace conceals her nakedness
Away from a stranger’s unwelcome gaze.
And this Belle who looks alive, is lifeless.
A sleeping beauty born by the fire’s blaze.
Yet a doll is not unlike a real man.
Both are puppets, Each to a different hand
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
i'm certain my heart is beating,
i can feel it leap in my chest
but i don't know what exactly for.
ask me what gets it racing,
what makes my stomach turn and my chest heave,
and i will not be able to tell you
a single answer.
but i can tell you a strange fact:
i have learned to fall in love
a million times a day.
my heart has grown bigger by tenfold
to take in pieces of the world
and all of its people,
for it cannot bear to spend a single second idle.
my heart is here—held out and admittedly quite vulnerable—
for anyone and anything to take because
i thrive on living to love,
and this is what keeps my heart beating.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:40 AM UTC
Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
(A faint clap of thunder)
sashi kumori
(Clouded skies)
Ame mo furanu ka?
(Perhaps rain comes)
Kimi wo todomemu
(If so, will you stay here with me?)
Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
(A faint clap of thunder)
furazu to mo
(Even if rain comes not)
warewa tomaramu
(I will stay here)
imoshi todomeba
(Together with you)
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
Dress them fabulous!
Line their eyes black, dramatic;
Teach the young mermaids to walk in cigarettes
with eyes of starved predators (like they are)
unflinching at the flashes as they sashay
To let ***** sons imagine what’s under the bespoke.
Make their tresses wet for greater effects
Let my mermaids walk with pearl-choked necks!
Cut off the ducklings! Matrons like swans
--nymphs that glide on runway as if on ice
Have the witches lust for the sea green dress
Even if it makes them look like fat caterpillars
Make them forget that they’re no longer young
And that these girls are the newest brand of beautiful.
For the sequin-scales, have the crones battle with cheques.
Let my mermaids walk with pearl-choked necks!
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC