Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year
 
memories of you , I
 
surrounded in the comforts of spring
 
warm and pastel light
 
a beginning
 
we lay within those purple flowers
 
that we never knew the names of
 
pink blossoms slipping from the sky 
 
like the snow thought left behind
 
 
 
 
secrets
 
how they burn within  
 
yours ravaging the soul
 
your hidden heart torn
 
the words you couldn't say 
 
and your bed of novels   
 
how your dreams floated on others words 
 
and you wished , and wished ,  and wished
 
that somehow  ,  I was the one  
 
  
 
 
I lay on the rock by that tiny lake  
 
my eyes closed
 
and you tickled my ear
 
"wake up you beautiful man"
 
in your delicate hand , a blue feather
 
you wearing a sunny halo
 
the gulls circled and called in the sky
 
you curved your body over mine 
 
 
 
 
I lay awake at night
 
eyes staring back into the black  
 
trying not to remember
 
and it's raining
 
I think of you crying
 
tears you were never afraid of
 
buried in loneliness
 
and I swing at the night
 
reality crushing 
 
with no goodbye
 
your final gesture
 
 
 
 
and now ,
 
I walk along this shore
 
under the struggling sun
 
and I hear a cry
 
on the wings of a gull
 
remembering your face to the sea
 
and little purple flowers
 
here , alone
 



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papyrus in the cosmic wind

myth understanding

truth is personal

pain collective

orgasms reflexive 

feel me 

thunder born of instinct 

sensual, sexual 

sensory enhanced

my whirl,  my synesthesia  

miss interpretation 

need-less words 

I inhale the rise of mist 

above the skin of the earth  

fate and reason - hindsight

mirrors, and the submission of attraction 

the gravity of symmetry 

no*thing is linear

nature is a sphere

God is not a rule - God is not a rule 

intention and consequence 

desire and release 

exhale

to breathe 

again







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1.

gaze 

into the swirls and grace 

of clouds and sun

a shadow of emotion 

drifts towards my heart 


     the chase of waves 

     the glitter in the sand 

     and the blue I call saudade


2.

reflect upon 

ritual and impermanence

interpretation burning within 

campfire flames, and the brevity of light


     beckoning through the black forest

     a strawberry moon rising  

      alone


3 .

the infinite, the abyss, and between 

deep sleep and awakening

feeling the intense silence 

of

      here 
 
      then 

      now 


4.  

A.M. 








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early morning

evanescence and longing

my eyes gaze upon this sea 

of the sleepless heart 

and the lucid soul 

thoughts curve around 

the whispers of my dreams

other worldly sensation 

conscious and aware

I turn

awake to your voice 

my words reach toward the meaning 

of what I feel deep within the roots of my soul

the wander of our days 

the wonder of these moments

unveiling 

love







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deep morning thoughts

of the versus of life

of parables and paradox

of freedom and vulnerability

of privacy and empathy

of need 

and love


restless 

center stage  

scattered pages and lingering conversations 

of situation and significance 

of illusion and pain 
 
of meaning 

and tears 



give, and give  

for this, and this

to the art of -  

everything 

of 

you and I  

our sacred pulse -

passion 






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your words


in silence   (the sound of eternity) 


my thoughts   (the chemistry of the past, and the heaviness of now)  


stirred, shaken


the surrealia,  my synesthesia 


sears the untouchable sky 


(fire orange streaks upon robin's egg blue) 


the long wave of ultraviolet


the mystery awaits within   


I dream


awakening    (sleep, precious sleep)


poetry - burning     (well-fed fires roar) 


heart 2 heart


soul  -bound-  verses  


this poetry of skin and desire 


   my sleepless heart
   
   my restless soul

   my endless love


                            ourO 




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in the silence 

I see 

the flashes 

of mystery 

between the scattered pages 

of the story

of my heart 


I have this: 

truth 

my love 

instincts driving 

the sacrificial need 

burned into my soul 


these words I bear 

this undeniable  desire

the crushing weight 

of the poetry 

of lonely nights 


my sin:   

devotion 
  
my solace: 

the mundane 

sound of water 



time be still 

this longing 

the silent sound 

I feel 

between each breath  


            saudade 






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Here, 
upon this, 
poem 

    of infinite blue and recovering darkness,
    of shadows and wavering spotlights, 
    lay dreams and the foreseen

weight of voices

    of mystery and blindfolded prayers
    of hidden words and twisted meaning
    of last acts and forgotten wishes

deriving, perception

and here,
within this, 
a poem

   of gardens and thorns 
   of rain and patience
   a window and a tree
   a cloud and home

and now, 
somewhere

   a bird carries a twig
   as the snow relents to the sun and earth 
   a river to the sea 
   flowing 

here, 
within my soul 

   your song 
   a melody 
   in the curve of your heart
   upon the palm of my hand 

gently

I breathe

I love






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I watch the wind 

awaken each petal of spring 

as a honeybee buries her self into the sweetness

of a thousand gardens 


listening to the rhythm 

pouring through the filigree 

of the river of my heart  

I kneel 

before the wonder 

of a flower and my touch  


this feeling 

roots deep within the soul 

below a landscape

measured by each breath   
  
and the promise of a kiss 


it lingers  

this happiness 

as I gaze

from and into 

the reflection 

upon the rising waters

ripples 
   
in the poetry of the sun 

and the grace of love 

a bird sings   

from a weathered tree 

sun streaks and stone 
 
quiet in my heart 

I move 


I am home







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