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Category Archives: my own poetry
Last night the rose blushed…
Last night the rose blushed in scarlet hue, but today she doesn’t know me- she has nothing at all to say . Love was so brilliant at first, her sweat radiant perfume that filled my life, her wet lips all … Continue reading
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i can’t believe we know your most beautiful name
i can’t believe we know your most beautiful name, but are buried in dark mind, with such deep blame. release your arrows of light to reveal yourself, and burn this bitch of a night in your holy game. we deserve … Continue reading
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Darvish, learn to walk…
My life drove like a junker stalling on empty, Until i met you, rising through the centuries. What matter then, my lurching, desperate habit, And strange muttering so full of exhausted pleas When I met the silence that brought me … Continue reading
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inside out laugh
girl, you slap me with a joy that turns my smile inside out. i laugh with a wince. Print Friendly
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smashed by light
Erico, you are smashed by light! And the light burns brighter with your face smiling at the Master’s pleasure. Your bloodied face is lit by His bliss. We miss your smile, Erico but are happy with your immense delight! This … Continue reading
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Ishi
Ishi stumbled into himself, falling through bush and rock of grief, hiding in caves of sunken sockets to avoid detection. the sky is shattered and bow broken like his people into pieces. cold is the fire drill, and colder the … Continue reading
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my friend, roethke, is never far away
My friend, Roethke, is never far away. In my patched coat hereI have his poemWhich stabs me repeatedly. The cold clear blue of SaginawSpills out my pocketThe scent of a widening rose. What we love lies close at hand. Print … Continue reading
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sing, dervish, your exalted stutter
sing, dervish, your exalted stutter!sing your halting notes to the wind. or mutter your song to find its waywhere it will. but bring the thoughtout the mouth. so whatif the sound is mute andthe meaning dull. a brickhas more lustre … Continue reading
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rain, wash my face
Rain, wash my faceWash my tearsRemove the grit, the grime Hail, knock my headKnock my mindSplit my thought to Nothing Light, caress my heartCaress the SilenceBe my all. Print Friendly
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the light grows
the light growsmy hands to openand reach toward the sun. tendrils of sapwarm and applaudthe Awakener. a tremor of loveshouts in greenYou have come! Print Friendly
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