we are all
just part
of
the cycle
of
decay
heavans heave in silence

scented air sun warmed soft breeze

butterflies drift my eyes do please

creamy roses nod their heads

i want to sleep in their petal strewn beds

just be
you


dont
think about
who
that
is

waves sigh
    across the sand

sunset

orange breakers
roll across eastern skies

why do i spend so much time

angsting over (willthisrhyme?)

am i fat?
or are am i thin?
do i have the right
wherein....  
                     where·in (hwâr-n, wâr-)
                     adv.
                     In what way; how: Wherein have we sinned?
                     conj.
                     1. In which location; where: the country wherein those people live.
                     2. During which.
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all such empty
prattling
DIN!!!!!



lovers
friends
family
we all
end in
the re cycle
bin

one
star

sliver of moon

black
tree tops
against
cerulean skies

umber
glow

swirl of
mist

glitter of
frost

my
toes

you

turned
yourback


and dig yourself
another
grave

i
will
walk away

this
time
not unheard

but
ignored

like
the streams
that
used
to call

your name

let me

sink

in
to

the

abyss

closed minds
shut

like
slammed doors

and you
may as well
both be

on foreign shores

to
sail

across the sky

in
a wind blown
treetop

clouds alongside

sailing companions
birds
aboard
the lofty boughs

i want to

whirl
like a dervish

dance
like a breeze

                         above            
              high      
levitate                        the trees    

sing
like
rapture

swim through the stars

show the WHOLE world

this
love
of
ours

the moon

a pearl

on
deep
velvet
blue

sea
shore
and
sky

never weary

nor you...

if you take ***
out of the equation

areourexchangese m p t yormeaninglesschatter?

or a commingling of ideas

energy sparks

we are
of the earth

but we are also of the heavens

i am a witch
have foreseen my death

a waking dream growing closer

no time

all that your love brought

crystallizing
here on these shores

walking
wind swept
head bowed

i have seen the death crone
she is in the background

clutching a chair she wants to pull it up next to me

get me comfortable
with whats to come
shes good at that

will i go into her arms gracefully?

she is quite beautiful

why do you love me better after
you've made me cry

i become supplicant
and your love swells

you become
sweet again

tender loving concern pours forth

i lie spent
on the floor
exhausted

is it exacted punishment?
                                         on all women?

on she who sent you to that place of inhumanity?

that destroyer of boys, men and
ultimately women

will it ever change

god how i loathe them

those beautiful
          dead
          insane
          female poets        you so Adore...


they touch you in places

i feel

i cannot reach


how i wish they would rise from the dead
                      
become ugly
               sane
               inane

im not sure if you want to **** them

or become them

both
i think

he picks up attitudes
one by one

and tries them on like dresses

turning himself to and fro
discarding the ones he doesn't deem fit
he goes forth to face the world

she stands in the corner
silently
watching him

wishing he would come to her naked

from inside a shell
a few drops of ocean

pearled on my kitchen table

minute flecks of sand
many hued

golden
rose
and brown

what is it
this thing we do

trying to paste pieces of infinity into scrapbooks

as if we could

yet somehow...

I wanted to post you some autumn leaves

blood red
jewel like
littering my garden

enclosed in an envelope they withered
darkened to dull

the love that nearly sent them glows

poems that sound like the flow of a brook

don't occur to me.....


statico bursts of  hollow pain                        
my golden elm again
and again


music perhaps to those
not quite sane
?

why is this rhyme occuring....

she had three lovers one an X
long left behind
(she thought)

he

still pursues her

in unwanted ways
with ****** gifts
and vigilance

the second
most recently

discarded

barely acknowledges
her

altho she graced his bed
for over a year
and he cares no more
if he ever did

the last?
and most valued

makes plans for christmas
to be with her
he cares
so much

then makes plans
to be with

others
instead

forgets her birthday
(despite asking some few days before)

"when is it is again?
so i can send you flowers
or a card"
(niether arrived)

three lovers
are
NOT
better than
one

and more

is often

less

moon
beams
drip
splashing
silver
splotches

coils of memory

rolled
up

un
furl

in the dark

dead
    seahorse
eyes
    not
   borne on
       waves
             crest
curling pearl
  shells  
      rose gold sand flecks
                                  the desk

when we touch

it's like a death

all the possibilities

in the space between us

die

trying to

hold onto

what

was never grasped

we've
      run
        through
                            all

our possibilities


         circle
come       full
        back


as much the same

                                                                        as differant


        s
          p  
        i
          r    
      a
          l
            s
   wiinth
    s
        p
     i
r
a
   l
      s

fragrances transport you

to lands
you've never been

to mingle
with people

you've niether met
nor seen

s e a f o g s h r o u d e d


                waves
frozen                  


                                te
                              a
                             l
                          d                          
misty           un
           hills

no
revelation

is only
the struggle
                                         towards                                  light

i've
dreamed
of

jumping freight trains

and

althoineverhave

i
stay
on
the
wagon
of
more
than

one train

they                                          
           ­                                  go


                                      in

                  ­                                                             all


      directions

nothing begins

or ends

in
life

and what is


                                                                          far
                                                                           away


isnexttoyou

minute mirrors
****** clink

against the window

above
my
sink

frozen
rain

destined to shatter

non of this

will
ever
matter

moilandtoil

then

into the soil....

on tree branch
bare

there sits

a bird

with song
as
sweet

as ever heard

your right up there
with the sunsets baby

full moon bright
and i dont mean maybe

hold me tight
.... ....   ....  ....  ....  .  


its just another friday night

i like that you give me

your guts

and your bones

the morning
moon

a
thin
pale
ghost

her
harsh
wounded
outbursts

masquerading as laughter

even cells

in a petri dish


excrete waste

illusions shattered

mirror shards

scattered
rending

self
image

hard

you is not me

i tried to be we

we is not me

you saw

i not see

like children

wepush

each
others

boundaries

both
bruising


we remain

i wish

i could make of my scars

fresh wounds

to scab

flake off

and finally heal

a lake of gold

pools

on the ground around

my golden elm tree

sunrise and sets

of gold who is

as rich

as lucky me

you never wanted

it

to be me

always looking

to infinity

to
provide
the
girl

you
thought

was

she
?


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