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amber Oct 9
at the end of the day
if all falls through
and i end up
with some distaste
for you
thanks for being kind
Back then when we talked you couldn't look away
Now you look anywhere
Anywhere but my face
Anywhere but my eyes
Everywhere else but me
but... the last time he looked at her.. he was talking to her (sum other girl)
she went to talk to her (the other girl)
and for the first time
in a very long time
he stared at her the way he used to
at her face at her eyes
she realized this
being she shy girl she is
she went under her float and swam away
taking the floaty with her
leaving the other pretty girl confused
leaving him
leaving him to forget her
like he always dose
"Mommy I have a question,
can we go outside?"

Under the cover of the cafe doorway
sun blared at our faces
wind knotted our hair.
I looked up at you
and in the eye
You looked down at me
noting the concern on my brow.
I asked,

"Are you and daddy going to breakup?"

Your answer then was something like,
"No honey! Not at all. Not for a very long time...
don't worry."

You smiled then
and at the time I never realized
how forced it might have been.

I guess perhaps
my memory is clouded
after 12 years come and gone.

I'm 20 now, and
much like you I'm older.
I think it's fair to say
it shows on both of us.


Today you sat me at the kitchen table.
We had just finished celebrating,
your new job. A new page in your life.
With our favorite unhealthy meal.

And dad is off on a business trip
after half a year unemployed.

That was when you broke it to me,
I couldn't read your face.

"I wanted to tell you before,
but you were having so much fun.
I recently told your dad,
I don't think I want to be married anymore."
Guys, I honestly don't know how to handle this.
Wonderful strange bizarre things can
And really do happen- that cannot be
Explained except  they are personal-
They are for you- know who you ar.e
You are not anonymous but a stranger
In a strange land  wandering but not
Unknown  All cries out to you and then
Disappears behind a veil....I believe it
Has or will happen to us all  It is not the
Revelation of the Kingdom of God that
I speak but of a small ordinary events
That are irrefutably irrational as if the
Radio interrupted its program to speak
To you  about a distant event  from your
Childhood that no .one but your friend
Long departed knew of.  It is not a great
Important event -not a great revelation as
Things go  but important- that it is known at
All and is on the radio means that all your
Ideas of truth that are-the foundation walls
Of your reality are no longer really sound;

The ruins of the old church are beautiful to  our
Soul allowing us there to contemplate-more- to
Experience, the most wondrous gifts-that God
Truly knows us and however improbable it may
Seem actually Loves us enough to make us His
Children-to live  with Him forever in His place
What we believed in the the old reality we could
Know but now that world is not all powerful  and
We know if but for a moment that truly now we
See darkly thru a veil what then face to face
Ylzm May 5
if seen,
now burns alive within.

now leads,
by hand.

to those whom it was given,
now revealed,
to the ignorant, who never desired it.

That which baptised the Earth,
a spring that waters Jerusalem.
If just not our fleshly desires
     Will persist,
And our hates and proudness
     Will decrease
If just not our fame
     We mind
And soaring profiles
     We try to find

If just.. not...

Then maybe our numbness shall dissipate
And Your loving grace we'll perceive
Much more, we'll feel
And someday, In Your arms, we'll hope forever to be

If just.. not...

Then surely, Our true hope we got, we'll believe
If just not...
A question, are you willing to find? To seek the one you've so for long (even unknowingly) longed for? Or have you, and is willing to continue.. the answers, keep to yourself.   And surely, that hope, will remain. Alleluia
Johnny walker Apr 26
Yesterday when I was young sadly now those days are gone, replaced
by age and ageing
Days spent when I was young, In front of mirrors messing with my hair, but now the hair has also gone, looking back at how vain I
For things, I did when I was young and foolish then, yes for I was young thoughts never to grow any
I thought I'd stay like this forever, until one day I caught a glimpse of my self In the
quite shocked at what I saw the reflection looking back at me I longer
that's the day I realised
that I had aged from that day on a mirror no was And So VerybVainlonger quite as Important
as It was then, for when I was young full
a spring my step the brightness of youth In my eye's never thought to get old, for I was young and foolish then living a carefree life and so very
When youre young even though age Is all around, you still never think you yourself will ever get
Luscious and green
Pine, oak, maple, and more
The best ever seen
Lilacs, sunflowers, and daisies galore


Pollute, Pollute and Pollute some more
Baby turtles dying
Because of man-made stores
Consumers still buying

first I smell myself.

the deep bass tonality of my musk,
hot, creamy, sweetness unique, of coffee and creamy,
my owned sweat oiled secretions massaged into her skin
emplaced by vigorous parts rubbing and tongue caressing,
under the fading shadows of my glancing, desirous admirings

then I smell herself.

sinking sunset glimpses of last nights parfume parfait,
scattered in random strategic locations architecturally planned,
some flavors come over me like modest waves,
others spelunking found in crevices, cracks and caves,
where humans tread in guileless search of guiltless pleasure

then I smell our sharings.

lemon and thyme, paprika, sea salt and pepper,
a basted rub laid upon animal skin consuming, and consumed,
the vinaigrette balsamic and California yellow raisins, pine nuts,
decorating leaves of red soil spinach and spicy arugula,
word salads, so miraculously ingenious, you swear off eating flesh

then I smell our combinations.

the air conditioned atmosphere that blends us properly chilled,
the olive oils pressed from two colored differing skins,
the mortal and pestle finely grinding our own fresh crumbled dirt,
appearing in places where dirt is wet panko crumbs encrusting us,
our combined liquidity, shaken and stirred, drying in martini tandem

it is 8:17am and this recipe of reciprocity,
at its most pungent peaking,
for soon raining waterfalls of potable city water
and the sophistry of French soap,
the pseudoscience of modern chemical shampoo,
together erasing, scrubbing away this poems aromatherapy tapestry,
your perplexed complexing nostrils will mock you once more,
for ever disbelieving, thinking you could no longer write of
only love poetry that crested high above the trite

Friday, March 29 2019
Aroma olp musk balsamic paprika sea salt ***** martini olp
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