On his mighty mountain
Jove reigned with his queen
Never questioned
Never held in check
Such riches never seen!

With mount Olympus as his home
Far above the throng
He could do just as he pleased
No, he was never wrong!

Then a fair nymph maiden
Caught Jove's roving eye
Hera was out shopping
He saw the maid go by...

Making his advances
He found that he was spurned!
No matter how he postured
Her head was never turned!

"Oh Jupiter!" She laughed aloud
"You bloated moon, you knave!
I'd rather love a he-goat
For all the gifts you gave!

You have no tact. No honor.
You plurocratic fool!
You pick your teeth with
Poor men's bones
Using wealth as tool!

Go on then! Arrest me!
Force me... if you dare...
But I know Hera's servants
The one's who do her hair!"

Jupiter was stymied
He knew just what this meant.
Hera'd throw a fit for sure!
So he had to relent.

But he cursed the nymph-maid
With great poverty.
But dissing him was such a joy

She'd do the same for FREE!


(C) SoulSurvivor

You tell your kid to give the dog food and water. He mishears you and asks what moonwater is, and you fashion his mistake into a poem. ;)

the lights are on in your room so tell me, who's your friend?
and the lights are burning in the little house on east end
and I remembered who I was and what I came here for
the moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore

and on my neck I felt the cold wind
and it licked around my ears and it asked me to ask you, yeah, who's your friend?
and the lights came down over phoenix, blazed again before your front door
the moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore

let the stars come out, and the moon shine bright
we're sleeping on the porch tonight
wind blew all the power lines down
watch where you step if you go walking around

this may be the night
our bodies fill with light
and we may hover above
the surface of
our warm, lonely planet

let cooling rains come, let them fall
let the grass grow strong and tall
let the dandelions breed
give me what you know I need

this may be the night
our bodies fill with light
and we may hover above
the surface of
our warm, lonely planet

by the light of the moon he came upon her
her skin glistening in the moonlight
her dark eyes reflecting the stars
so beautiful was she, at the waters edge
watching the moon wave in the ripples
only noticing him when the heat of him grazed her
she saw his gentle eyes in his reflection
felt his heart as his lips brushed her ear
whispering only, "i am yours"
as their reflection became one with the moon

Dark are the Days,
With no Flower under the Moon,
Evening cast in darkness withered on the bloom,
First Crescent's bud stirs to Life,
Half Moons bud is full and Live, waiting to...
Blossom under the full moon..... JMF 11/6/14

I live alone
in a room
my only friend
a rock plant.

A vase made of sighs,
converts **** non-audible AIs
to an unknown hymn,
replaces a half broken arm.

or was that a dream
during a harvest time?
or was that a gift
from a dear one?

I live alone
beside a window under skies
in a vase
made of colorful spots
my only friend
a girl
meditates in the room somewhere.

She, my sole flower
is a shape of a pink heart.
Her subtle transparent edge
glows my petal of gleam,
filters a beam,
and makes a rainbow kite.

My leaves, center her single dream,
carry a code of a parabolic green.

At dawn, she sings a love song,
invites all the blues of skies.
At dusk, she migrates them towards tones of nights.
A dot sinks within the brightests of stars
and finally
into my heart of hearts.

She collects then pure droplets
from a precipitating river - crossing unknown realms
in which of each
every season
a silver moon blossoms
to reflect a blue-green star,
she ultimately waits for:

‘That one!’ she shouts
deepening her pinks,
beating rapidly,
shaking my photosynthetic organs
‘There... we come from!
from the dancing, shapeshifter one!’


She, my only friend is a dreamer for none.
A dream of dreams about an unknown realm.
A girl with big words,
‘Someday’ she says ‘Someday,
when we be one as a timeless time but
I hold a key of Now from you for now
as much as I am of you,
Love will be a technology then for all - as is
then we be of love and One’.

‘but for now’ I say ‘for now’
‘at least, be my only one’
and I dream…
dream about a shape of the moment of that very someday
when she finally understands
and ‘yes that blessed someday’ I say,
and as usual nod and tune my stem.

~I am She
She is dreaming. She is cold.
Her heart is that for no one to hold.
She doesn't want love. She doesn't want marriage.
Maybe she wants to stop her lifelong heritage.
Maybe she does not want you to come back.
Maybe that's true. Possibly, it's not.
And the more love she gave, the more she got.
The more love she wanted, the more love she invested,
She found you, in which her love, you tested.
A good friend told me,
The careless,
Once cared too much.
Maybe that's her. Careless because of caring.
The heartless,
Had their heart destroyed.
The painless,
Went numb.
The blind,
Once saw too much good.
She,
You left her. She cried.
Where did her heart go?
Where does it hide?
Oh, silly me,
It recently died.
She does not want love,
You spent,
Good words,
On her heart.
Then you,
Yourself,
Depart.
If love makes a heart grow,
Hate makes it slow,
So always remember,
Before you leave, let your lover know,
That it is time for you to go.
'Cause I don't want love or marriage.
I want adventure.
I want the run.
I want to dance,
Along.
I want to kiss,
My heart goodbye.
And I want you to know why,
The heartless,
Once had their heart destroyed.
And the lovers,
Still don't know.
When it is time,
For me to go.
As I said before,
I am dying,
But hey, what's good is,
I'm not trying,
To find love.
Before flying.~

I am the blackbird sitting
on the branch . . . watching you
Peering into every aspect you do
Kaw . . . Kaw
and you . . ,

Late at night if I ever get out of here
I swear I will turn into a thunderstorm
And hurl my bolts of light at you
And pound you with my thunder

I am the blackbird . . . and I am still
watching you
Can you feel the unease of my stare
Kaw . . . Kaw . . .
now you are aware

He held a grudge forever more
Never could he release the hate and pain
Nothing nice again , just rain
He could never get out again

The blackbird and me . . . .
as the feathers flutter to the ground
Went both of us . . . around and around
Dagers drawn , guns blazing

Like I said it is late of night
Cursing and swearing my heart pounds
Mark on my bolts , holding thunder
I notch another line on the barrel of life

Blackbird ! Blackbird !  Blackbird be !
I am the blackbird sitting in your tree
Peering into the aspects that you might be
Kaw . . . Kaw . . .

Well.

hey,
hey.

hey!

I've found it again,
the write things to say!

The words flow,
Like the blood often go,
A dry faucet nose,
****, it's getting cold.

The year,
Once passed,
Held winter,
And it's people,
All in one grasp.

The other hand,
It used to clap.

Applauding the crowd,
The unhappy people,
Cars crashed all around.

Mine crashed.

It's six feet underground.

But it's ok!

I'm free this day,
from all things yesterday.

This winter I remain,
All bits sane.