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  Dec 2015 Erik Jon Jensen
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Erik Jon Jensen Dec 2015
to sit.
Let my thoughts be like
soft clouds passing over head.
As I sat,
as I meditated,
my mind escaped my body.
I felt nothing.
And in that nothingness,
there was peace.
Erik Jon Jensen Dec 2015
Tonight is a night for smoking.

I know it is.
The evidence is in
the music playing in my head,
the jacket of calm I'm wearing,
and the sudden slowness to my movements.

Tonight is a night for smoking,
and regret.
Influenced by listening to Catfish and the Bottlemen
Erik Jon Jensen Nov 2015
Have an eye of compassion.
Have an outstretched hand.
Have a gentle mouth with which
to carry sensitive words.
So that you might:
see the love in others,
reach those stranded in the outer orbit of life,
and speak words that carry
others to the heights of love.
Erik Jon Jensen Nov 2015
Shower kisses and wet hair,
It is my beloved who has the stare,
Of someone much much older than I
While she uses a towel that's not yet dry.

Silent at the kitchen sink,
Happy faces as we drink,
And dance to our favorite songs
As the universe twirls along.

I'm

Whispering on her bed
About what to do when we're dead
We pull close to the other
And fall asleep under the covers.
  Nov 2015 Erik Jon Jensen
Pablo Neruda
Ah vastness of pines, murmur of waves breaking,
slow play of lights, solitary bell,
twilight falling in your eyes, toy doll,
earth-shell, in whom the earth sings!

In you the rivers sing and my soul flees in them
as you desire, and you send it where you will.
Aim my road on your bow of hope
and in a frenzy I will flee my flock of arrows.

On all sides I see your waist of fog,
and your silence hunts down my afflicted hours;
my kisses anchor, and my moist desire nests
in your arms of transparent stone.

Ah your mysterious voice that love tolls and darkens
in the resonant and dying evening!
Thus in the deep hours I have seen, over the fields,
the ears of wheat tolling in the mouth of the wind
Erik Jon Jensen Nov 2015
Dancing on stars, they warm my feet,

My words are lost in the laughter.

I find myself floating

And I fall into orbit again.

I found ground for my love-weakened legs,

And now an ocean of dark is no longer mine.

Palms kiss as the planets float above,

unnoticed.

I was as lonely as the moons of your eyes that glow with life.

My head is now free and your smile is the light that races outward.

Oh the vastness of this unexplored room.

Fear.

For no trees are grown here

None to replace the oxygen in my breath your beauty has taken away.
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