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You came in the room, freshened up my coffee
dipped your head to my shoulder, said you felt so happy
turned on the tv, laying on your couch
under cream colored blankets and drinking whiskey
the rain had finally started falling
I kissed your neck and said you're everything
I kissed your cheek and said don't ever leave me
how can this all feel so easy
my tortured past felt so hazy
you looked down at me with amorous eyes
lazy, wide, searching for me inside
I touched the sunburn on your chest
warm and bare, then exposed the rest
I'd like to remember the way you looked that night
dancing around in the bright kitchen light
singing wildly as you cooked
you grabbed me round the waist and pulled me
close to your body and said you missed me
I won't ever forget the way you touched me
I threw my head back and felt the ecstasy
you pushed my hand back and fell silently
into my body like the rainfall, softly
cascading down the window next to me
I never want the rain to stop
please don't ever let this rain stop
Sort of a train-of-thought poem I wrote with the tune of 'Gustavo' by Mark Kozelek & Jimmy Lavalle repeating in my mind.
Everytime I push my pen
I am moving mountains
Everytime I touch the keys
I will part the seas
Everytime you do the same
then we are creating
the liberal Science
of poetry
some day i woke up in the late morning
with untroubled mind.
thoughts began to dawn on me,
about past, future and the world’s design.
what is like to be a human - a question i couldn’t find the answer.
it is like having a power of decision and being deprived of the power of will.
I read, that God made angels obedient,
but the human...
he gave man a rare power to be on his own,
to make a choice of path to follow.
And the irony is so striking,
that i am confused on whether to laugh or cry.
He let him decide and made compelled to circumstances,
to be a slave of chance and subject to a rolling dice.
Man has a will of exertion,
but not the will to will.
i sense the unhappiness of his state,
but what a wonder to be a human.
his cycle is to sin and regret,
running from darkness to light,
tempted by world’s desire and another of eternal life.
his curious fate has been manifested
on cave writings and carved walls,
in a story of Lot’s wife, turned to a pinch of salt,
in rubbles of stones and gold
and the battles vainly fought.
i love this human and i pity him much,
for i am the one alike.
i can deeply feel his mind and soul,
trembling in shades of dawn
 Jun 2017 SR Millan
Terry Jordan
I speak to trees and animals
Inspired by passion joy and pain
The Seasons and the Stars
Vibrate as words that fall like rain

Still striving for Deliverance
A wish for ‘Once upon a time'
Then a happy ending
Denying all war, fear and crime

Anthropomorphic expression
Uninhibited Truth unfurled
Language follows a path
The Reader lured into that world

I love the trees and animals
Their mysterious connections
Primitive and ripened
Nature’s animized perfection

Ecstasy carries a poet
The similes, metaphors start
All of nature vibrates
Brought closer to the human heart
This was inspired by how, I imagine, poets relate to nature-or how I do, at least.   Also a mockingbird attacking my old cat outside on the patio today needed a talking to...
 Jun 2017 SR Millan
XslyfoxX
Dear Weary Soul

Dear weary soul
I hope you know
That my arms are open
Whenever you decide to come back home.
Though you wander and you leave
I'll be the shade to aid your eyes when the sun makes you too blind to see.
Even when you feel like your drowning
You never really sink
I'll hold your head above water until your legs can kick.

There is a love
But it's buried
There is a hope pushed too far down for you to know.
But when you lift your chin from your chest you'll see

I'm still here waiting.

Dear lonely soul
I know it feels like forever
Since you've felt alive
I'll breathe into your lungs for you
And be the air under your arms
Until you learn to fly.
I'll be that goodnight kiss
When you cry yourself to sleep
And I'll be the hand the pulls you out
When you've dug yourself too deep.

Why so downcast oh my soul?

Just tell me you won't go.
Promise me that you won't let go.
That I'm still the apple of your eye
Even when I only pray
For the strength to die.

Oh empty soul
I can tell you it gets better
But I know you still aren't there.
But you aren't just stuck inside an empty body
But I know each scar inside and out and I counted every hair.
Won't you run away with me?
Won't you trust in me?
Why can't you seem to leap
Close your eyes and breath deep,
Let go and fall.
Let go and fall.

You are not a ghost.
You are never alone.
No bag of bones with a spirit,
But a vessel for your soul.

Hold on to me
You're all I have
My sorrow is as rich as chocolate
and heavy as silver,
it falls on top of my body and coils into my chest beside the place where the red roses grow in the sun.

It is comfort to taste the warmth of grief.

I can feel you with every step and remember where you laughed beside me.
This garden grows up from the earth like you grew from within me; any strangeness and sadness I know is from the loss of you.
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