the world was ok
until man came
and started drawing
lines on the floor..
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Monthly Archives: January 2011
why
why
do I marry a woman
who never took care
of my heart?
why
do I keep an anxious lover
hidden inside the darkroom
knowing that her pigments
will soon fade
without light?
why
do I not feel the need
to feed the hunger of the self-righteous
who wrestles in territorial disputes not of their own
when our god of love knows no boundaries?
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trauma
images
of pain
keep recurring
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bandages
from wounds
keep opening
.
a youth
of promise
went crumbling
.
I found
my dreams
dissipating
.
a lens
so tiny
keep flashing
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a trauma
a weeping
a stealing..
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no friends
no greeting
all lashing
.
my heart
once boisterous
went crumbling..
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remain
we remain
forever close in the distance
of our own world
sharing the nearness
spaced by comforts
of our own choosing
.
we remain
a picture reflected in the lights
of our own breath
sharing the elusiveness
within the aches
of our tired heart
.
we remain
a grail
of our own heart
yet spaced in between heaven
and the tips of our finger
is a safe embrace that calls us
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to remain..
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hey diddle diddle
hey diddle diddle
I pat as I fiddle
my urge jumped over the moon
my little wurst laughed to seek such spot
but my dish shrieked away like cartoon..
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(a page from my Cursery Rhymes series)
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BIG LIPS
nite! nite!
sleep tight!
don’t let those BIG LIPS
mosquitoes bite!
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and if they did
I might! I might!
blow up those BIG LIPS
with dynamite!
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(a page from my Cursery Rhymes series)
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