we were never people
but maps
with worlds to explore
an almanac of oceans
body parts cut up into
states.
you were california
always so far away
and i was alaska
in a cold dark place.
one day
our bodies folded
atlas hands
joined together
splitting mountain
ridges
to be with one another.

Destiny is a *****
She comes and gives you a high and then says goodbye
She gives you the time of your life
But then you realize It was just a lie
Makes you find what you’re looking for
But leaves you wanting for more
Her timing *****.
Even though the memories were great
You wonder if they’ll ever happen again
I don’t know if it’s all worth it to see you
And leave you
To have this feeling, to feel like I’m living
If I cant have you, if you don’t want to
But we’ll never know
Until she decides that is time for us to reunite

I frequent a little taco stand
Every time that I'm out west
With Elvis behind the counter
Dressed in his leathers best

Janice Joplin doing dishes
With Southern Comfort breath
Arguing with fry cook Jim Morrison
Over the best way of cheating death

Jimi Hendrix works the tables
That they have set up out front
Recommending the mushroom taco
With the psychedelic crunch

Marilyn Monroe...the entertainment
Nightly serenades the gents
While wearing here favorite T-shirt
Bobby Kennedy for president

I highly recommend the little taco stand
If you ever find yourself out West
Who's going to show up to take your order that day
Could be anybody's guess

The great thing
is not having
a mind. Feelings:
oh, I have those; they
govern me. I have
a lord in heaven
called the sun, and open
for him, showing him
the fire of my own heart, fire
like his presence.
What could such glory be
if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters,
were you like me once, long ago,
before you were human? Did you
permit yourselves
to open once, who would never
open again? Because in truth
I am speaking now
the way you do. I speak
because I am shattered.

A child draws the outline of a body.
She draws what she can, but it is white all through,
she cannot fill in what she knows is there.
Within the unsupported line, she knows
that life is missing; she has cut
one background from another. Like a child,
she turns to her mother.

And you draw the heart
against the emptiness she has created.

Being lonely
He beats the gong again
The guard of kabiya.

        * kabiya: cabin in which kabi (fire to frighten noxious animals like stags and wild boars) is made in autumn.

I am in love with you.
I know we can't be together.
I am aware of our ages.

But,

I get jealous.
I don't think anyone is good enough for you.
I think of you as my daughter.
I think you could be my soul mate.

It's complicated,
I try to talk myself into not loving you.

But,

Talk is cheap,
My love is true.

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