The dead embrace the dirt
They will never sprung like
April tulips, on a frigid day,
Or survive as long as Hyperion roots
*(The beginning of love is horror
of happiness (quote: Robert Bly)*
So, let my poetry filled you up: with the knowing
(The dead are for morticians & butchers
to touch. Only a gloved hand)
before the dust….and ashes
Be more afraid of the living,
with their cold and warm hands
and deceitful minds above all things
they spit and vinegar tongues
The living embraces the struggle of staying alive
Due to the many heartache and sorrows
~~~
*(When those we love betray our trust,
We find the depth of human pain;
Oh, let me rise above these hurts
Until the sun shines, once again!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "My Prayer" (1940s)*
*
So , let my poetry filled you up with knowledge of knowing
The dead cannot harm you any more,
Way down upon the earth floor,
Let the tulips once again bloom
However, let the earth worm do the rest.
Under the tallest tree in the world: coast redwood
Hyperion:
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
The dead embrace the dirt
They will never sprung like
April tulips, on a frigid day,
Or survive as long as Hyperion roots
*(The beginning of love is horror
of happiness (quote: Robert Bly)*
So, let my poetry filled you up: with the knowing
(The dead are for morticians & butchers
to touch. Only a gloved hand)
before the dust….and ashes
Be more afraid of the living,
with their cold and warm hands
and deceitful minds above all things
they spit and vinegar tongues
The living embraces the struggle of staying alive
Due to the many heartache and sorrows
~~~
*(When those we love betray our trust,
We find the depth of human pain;
Oh, let me rise above these hurts
Until the sun shines, once again!
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, "My Prayer" (1940s)*
*
So , let my poetry filled you up with knowledge of knowing
The dead cannot harm you any more,
Way down upon the earth floor,
Let the tulips once again bloom
However, let the earth worm do the rest.
Under the tallest tree in the world: coast redwood
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