#compares
disclaimer:
a long poem, tumbled out complete,
feel free to *** along
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a poem that does not need writing,
scripted once before(1), sung this song,
nonetheless the heart purges,
then
newly urges
for fresh eyes to revise
for each second, four new babes come
into these world, estimating that one
will be infect by poesy, and there is
and yet,
no-known/cure, there be no disturbance,
no Cain mark distinguishing,
no sign from heaven,
so this enlivening disease, sometimes takes
almost a generation to bud, blossom (4) and pollinate the world with its unique nectar, uncontained, unconditionally & uncontrollable, and naturally,
incurable
by you awoken & aware of yourself
as a carrier, the strange heart rate
display of your EKG, that the doc
cannot explain, with that extra heart
beating beat (2) revealed, tell them not
to worry
it’s ok,
it’s a genetic
that makes you
tick
that’s yours
distinct,
and
there is no cure expected, no foundation advertising for dollars to lead the fight,
maybe one that does exact opposite, but no
matter, the infection becomes a condition,
with symptoms diagnoseable by the
colored gleaming lights in your
aggregating eyes
then comes the days of
frustrated declination
when every undisciplined
***** ditty wordy rejected,
crumpled and to the round
container sailing,
that’s the pain for the gain,
though all natural talent marked
by higher standards
self~imposed,
for only you can judge
when it’s good enough to satisfy
the judges observing,
the ones astride you
on each shoulder,
censoring the trite,
********* you back into the fight,
and soliciting you to go easier
on that body
for it already contains
all the nutty nutrients
that will combust
into a poem
that will be any equivalent
to an
****** of
new life breaching the
mind’s cautious customary warnings
so much more to tell,
by way of example,
who are the
predecessors that give me instant inspiration,
in the expectation of periods of
Saharan drought, (3)
the need to jot every random thoughts,
for oft
we compose in drips and dabs,
every birth owns its own timetable,
took Cohen ten years
to make Hallelujah satisfactory,
theiving so/too much of your time,
until the best distraction arrives,
announcing the following;
*“if I did not truly loved her
it would be causas belli
should I fail not to
bring her an ember of
coffee”*
but writing in the moment
is a stupendous momentous
so smile sweet,
tell her where to go,
where
the mug with Hawaiian scents
awaits, and let her lover
decompose what needs saying
immédiate
right now!
so by way of closure
I ask you
why
are you still reading this too **** long
soliloquy
and not
stariing into a world
of words
all your own?
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for
inscribed upon your every breath,
are
your words,
a trickery uniquery
to which
nothing will ever compare
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC
Softer than rustle of leaves in the wind
Or shifting grains of sand
Nothing compares to blanketing warmth
You emit with touch of your hand
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC
Nothing compares to deep conversation
That fills moments throughout the day
Your eyes glisten brighter than the moon
Wear a smile that takes my breath away
Night's mysterious magnetic field
Nothing like the pull of your gravity
Your voice keeps me anchored
Protected from outside depravity
Cannot find hesitation in your touch
No spoken words carry fear, doubt
You leave, I capture your essence
Place to place I roam about
I scrub my skin, wash my past down the drain
Hands are wrinkled under a leaden waterfall
Noise from newly-born wishes echo
Songs of emotion off the ceiling and walls
Your steady calm carries to my head
Always ready, in fear of no one
Charming, witty, a natural deciever
War-fueled strength challenged by none
If I could, I would bottle your light
I can't, so I try to memorize
Your hand and mine fit together
Space of doubt between your eyes
Have to force my gaze away
Too easy to lose myself in your lines
When you touch my naked flesh
Swear the galaxy aligns
Trying to make changes you deserve
Make something of our supply of tears
A future for hands to arrange
Melt into as we conquer the years
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC