#edition
Enough's enough
to share,
sips,
shallow
but good fresh
breaths, sighing out,
pulling in tensions, tau-t
we taught ourselves, remember
because we could we just did think
wonder if today is me at my best,
and I accept that this is it, my day,
I may give leave to be
used myself as we have been used
to think linearly, upto a previous peak,
thence to hear the morning wind, howl,
and know… Ginsberg got here first, and
plopped zazen right, full lotus- second
thinking
thought wise,
as ways, wise other,
sister winks, thinks, U'll make us rich
neurons activated upon gut awakening,
burps, breathes, feels thinking literally,
just feels good, free from forms, abstract
constant instance
in care filled con-sidereality
verified- will you - won't you re-collection, really
actful re always al ready on
if, verily, we may take photon rides
with far older
selfs assurances,
taken grace works
with the weather, godspeed, old sun
It is, where I live, six miles
below eastbound contrails,
it is a bright, sunny day, slight high mare's tail curling
up against these old solid granite curlers
as the San Andreas fault,
is about to trigger a quake, some think,
we, forty miles west of the fissure, figure
we be fine, see,
from here, with our common sense extensions,
this medium we have our being in, as behaviors,
and distinctions, behavior's, mine'n'ours
predetermination, so
beatifichaviour have at it chochmah
spittin'image ain'eejeslikem
if you are reader one, I'll be reader, too.
Two is a we, so
we gwan becoming more than we
might once have known
to expect in this respect -back acted
after ever's been bein' real as its, kin folk,
spooky fanaigirling phenalgin goodness sakes gumption, umph - look it up, it's for sneezes
sigh, since we were originally grace, wise facet of wisdom jewels
{Yes, on second thought}
Platonic formality geomancy fantasy
Jung laughed at our profundity, too steep
fundamentally, Watson, in my phone, real…
today we happen
to have dodecahedrons
on our minds, just do
so what, well, reader one is lost, so
verified heirs to the wayward winds,
says the westward leaning
aspirations
to inspire peace, sighing,
saying may be so, leaving
****** bits
of our hulls behind,
still thinking may be so leavens,
given a while in the sun.
This ends Can-too one. QEF
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
Read all about it
of poets in the limelight
of quills bleeding ink
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
How many wishes
Can a star hold
Before it falls from the sky
And you land on earth?
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 10:32 PM UTC
The colours to illustrate you don’t exist,
and even if they did I still would miss,
a single shade or hue
that fully captures you.
Better than a Mona Lisa smile,
and Starry Starry Night eyes,
I tried for a mosaic but there was no perfect tile,
nothing could do justice, blasphemy to anyone that tries.
You’re a living, breathing masterpiece;
every gallery should be honoured to have you on their walls.
Too complex for graffiti on the streets,
too heavenly for concert halls.
I can write you; rainbow and tornado,
orbs of faint blue, and a grin of sweet day glow.
Oceanic waves and erupting volcano,
the sun’s ray that came on through,
and the embrace within the wind’s blow.
There isn’t a single brush head I could find,
that could stroke each corner of your mind,
it’s too complex and deep,
it’d be so stunning, it would make all weep.
Putting shame to an Impression, Sunrise
and casting shadows on Lady with an Ermine,
as just a simple picture of your eyes
would last eternally through time.
You’re a living, breathing masterpiece;
not meant for a mere mortal to possess.
Completely perfect personality, traits and feats,
every other human design was just a test.
I can write you, style and rhyme,
blindly bright, natural sunshine.
Digging only at surface to fit into each line,
but there’s no describing what connects it all or the bind.
I know the answer but if you said,
that your favourite colour was red,
I’d let myself bleed out to provide you some paint.
Non acrylic and totally free of lead,
I’d wish for you to illustrate the picture within my head,
even if the proportions are wrong,
and the lines are blurred and faint.
You’re a living, breathing masterpiece;
completely impossible to duplicate.
Though unfinished you’re still complete,
amazingly flawless in this state.
I can write you; every day till I die,
until the pages and filled and my pens run dry.
Deep like the ocean, but bright like the sky,
and you’ll steal the hearts and breath of all passing by.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
She shines like a rainbow in the night
a light, unbounded and free
Her warmth is a welcome respite
thawing the deepest freeze
Her lips a red velvet chorus
I can't help but overhear
She glows with the translucent aura
of a picturesque sunset sea
Buttercups turn to greet her smile
she'll lift your head with ease
Trees send their leaves for thousands of miles
just to be in her breeze
Her eyes are an ocean of opalescent truths
inviting the bold to dive in
and swim to a world of untold hues
one night inside a diamond
In her violet dress and violent heels
The Devil would bare his soul for free
and so might I, for just a taste
the chance to lay her light to waste
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
The cold snow
fell upon the memories
and whited out the pain
The hungry wolf looks out
across the frozen tundra
and forgets his pain
Dreaming of a warm
summer rain
only to go out
and **** again
Knowing inside
is trapped
the lamb
in wolf clothing
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC