"georgeous" poems
Dearest John,
Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read.
if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?.
Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?.
Whats the point?.
A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush
in my backyard?
Is that the point?.
saying hear me sing just for you--listener!.
A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar,
dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently--
pick me--crush me in your mouth--
wash your tongue with my sweetness.
Is that the point?.
A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand-
daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you?
Is that the point?.
swooping keening hawk like notes
flowing from my very beingness.
An empty canvas waiting patiently
for medium to be applied.
The Chaos of my emptiness
crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form.
Is that the point?.
Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!.
An unfilled pan needing filling
with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper--
and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs.
Yummy yummy yummy
Ive got food in my tummy
and everything is gonna be alright.
If I tried to write my life down for you
would you come to my waiting arms?
Would you end this cruel silence?
Would you commit a line of meaningful prose
to your keyboard just to tell me you love me?
But your gone to heaven knows where?
Memphis?.
Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death.
Leaving me bereft of your yourness.
No access to your body fluids.
No more your flesh to caress.
As if I could penetrate the skin
of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps
molecules of your georgeous beingness together.
Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together.
Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you
or would you prefer one of the many "truths"
of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?.
But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess
youll hear but not listen.
Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation
as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe,
brought into being voidness from my own essence
with time and materiality--hearing but not listening
to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales
of the music of the spheres.
I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms
of my universe--
accompanied by the booming bass of harmony--
Amazing Grease.
India the Corrupted.
Moanin and Groanin.
Warm as Luke.
A Chicken Supreme.
Satis-Faction.
God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum.
The Universe listens.
Everyone else hears.
I speak.
your ears are closed.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sinking...
deep into the dark blue ocean.
I see myself slowly disappearing.
When the waters become this unclear,
when I feel scared, you're my Atolla.
My georgeous light in this sea of darkness.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Sometimes life just works
Like you meet this girl at a concert
Insanely beatuful, drop dead georgeous
Who keeps looking at you with intrigue
Who you cant stop looking back at
And you buy her an overpriced beer
And that starts a conversation
You find out you have alot in common
You dont even notice the concert as you dive deeper into each other's minds
As you echange numbers, you feel something different
As you drive home, you just want to see her again
Youre home and she calls you, and you talk for an hour
Your senses are all over the place, who is this this girl?
"I want to see you again," you say
"I want to see a scary movie," she says
I hate scary movies, but **** it
I can't believe she's real
Tuesday it is, its a date
Tuesday comes, and nothing happens
And then she blows you off
And its like you never existed
Stands you up for no rhyme or reason
Leaves you speechless, with so many unanswered questions
Sometimes life is stupid for no good reason
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
only if i could
even Just for a while
to see that curve in that face
even just for a while
to hold that tiny little finger
even just for a while
to hear that georgeous laugh
even just for a while
but now i'm going away
to chase my rainbow
just for a while
maybe my "While" is overtaken
i hear the wind, i listen to the rain
now i must forget
now i must release
and now i've succeed to let it go.
just for a while...
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC