Life Is An Infinity Of Change

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As day spins into night
the sun burning hot recedes from view
and dusk captures the imagination.

                                                 Life is an infinity of change...






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We Saw The Sun Break Through The Sky

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Each night

the air
 trusted the sun

to turn her
sky

But when the
wind complained
last night

hiding the moon
and rain 
chanting
we grew
scared and confused
knowing  what was
at stake

We knew without light
we could not live, but we also
knew we had to trust the dark

So we moved below

 the skin's unimportance

and trusted our seeing
to the dragon's eye

And we held together
through the stormy weather
until  the sun
broke through
the sky.

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*Dragon's Eye - love, wisdom, power
  compassion & understanding. Sometimes represented with the triangle symbol.

When I Felt Her Words

When I read
 her words 

   I knew that I was in Love.

'With a jolt

my heart sped

 when thy voice

 like lightning

   struck so quickly.'

Seeing, Believing, and Feeling
their beauty
 Burning  Like Fire  behind  my  eyes...

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A Closeted Dream

The storm 

arose in his mind.
A cloud spoke

'it's your turn to die!'

the rain wept

while the sun hid
enraptured
in the honey of space.

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Friggin'

Thank you. !

I thought I would pick one, ( or two, I might add another), of my favorite poems from last year
and post them here ( where they might be seen), for my new friends and followers of my blog.

...And it's sad that how much knowledge we have makes such a difference in how we think.


Here's always there so why believe anything? So what if I don't believe in anything I can still believe in believing in something that I don't believe in. I hadn't been myself and then I felt what I believe, believing in what I didn't believe in, but now wasn't always behind me, and all that time, had I believed what I didn't believe in,  I might have laughed, and had I died first and could choose again, I might rather die believing in something that never happened, that I didn't believe in, than being sure that nothing would happen at all




( re-post)

How Much Is It Worth

How much is it worth ?

not counting money

If I think I can talk

like a friend to you

and laugh cry or smile

for us
and you

but then it's only me

trying hard in this way

to say

something

to listen to you

as if I knew

you could really love me.

    - End of Reposted Poem-

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We are surrounded by extra-nuclear forces ...

 and things are   NEVER   as  they    s e e m !

She is everything
but how much is that worth?
I stare
into her magnificent eyes
I am bling
just staring
as she burns through my lenses
so strong is her heat

I feel her breathing back

The penetration lights
infernos inside me
as she brands me
with the iron of her
inexplicably delicious
fires

and as a bridge worker            working  out   at   the   end   of   the   beam
returns
to a  b u i l d i n g
momentum

 in the stink of a thigh
flies my stink


and under a Freudian Slip
died my quip

...in the blink of an eye



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*I'm tempted to add something but decide not to.
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* title changed 5 hours after publishing

1.Original title was: 'In the Stink of a Thigh'
2."under a Freudian Slip ", "in the blink of an eye" &
    "in the think of a why" were added 2 days after posting
     in an attempt to make sense of a  "cleaned up" & "revised " version
     of the original poem which ended in a coital double orgasm..
3."dies my quip" replaced the original ending line: " flies my stink"
4. Some other rhyme replaced  idioms for
    "in the blink of an eye":
5. numerous other changes were made on the 3rd day when she rose.
in the pink of a sky

in the drink of a rye
in the wink of a bi
in the kink of a tie
in the shrink of a high
in the dink of a guy
in the ink of a dye
in the mink of a pie
in the think of a why
Added approx: 3:47 PM April 6, 2011 - and changed numerous times thereafter...
 In the two days following the original post, I lost a couple of followers because of the 'vulgarity' in this post. I won't be changing my words in the future due to the potential damage from some perceived vulgarity or crudeness. That said, most of my posts will be PG with an occasional
PG-13.

  Thank you for bearing with me during this expression of sensuality. 

The Moon Shines From The Inside

The Moon Shines From The Inside

and 

seasons

 celestially

those in whom love grows

Her voice
now ever strong
casts past the dark shadows 

with awakening sounds
that ring out loud
from the deep of her body

In a time gone by
the river moon
 that swims so peacefully now

was besieged and battered

and swam frantically

 left scarred in a

hypnotic introspection
with the sea

But now sings
a rhapsodic harmony
of the mesmeric glow

that shines from
 within her

Breathtakingly
beautiful

She beams through the darkness
determined

to rekindle in others
 the flames

of eternal
 Love.

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My Pet

Traveling at
light speed
without direction
the product of a creation
that bedazzles and befuddles
that gives birds 
branches to sing on
and gave me the ability to pretend
it's OK living without you

that lets me tell you
I love you more now
than forever
now more than
ever before

I beg
to be drawn back
into your mysterious
sketchbook
to ride on the center
between gravity.


Love,
    an incomplete disaster


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Inside Her Atoms

Time has slowed to serenity

capsulized

opaquely seeing

the fireballs

dance around me

in a new world.

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Her Smile

It's true that
Her smile is a masterpiece of
nature.

But it was never the smile
or the way she might dangle
a pen in her mouth
or her dark angling eyes 
that compressed my heart
and pounded blood through
the sides of my neck

Poor soul
crushed to an ash
smitten, flushed
with a crimson glow
She crept into every pore.

He shifted past
yellow angels
enamored by the
rose lining of
her heart
and sped into the crash
of a love only imagined

But it's all too real
what she feels
when the swells rise inside
and the sky fills with thier dreams
as I sit watching with burning eyes

Love has again
cruelly passed by
and what's left are the screams
from the cold hollows of a
tortured soul as the dull blade
twists deeper through a punctured heart .

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The dark eyes of a shadow

There is a symmetry to silence

 this quirky dance

 the private romance

 of our memory

And somewhere
 between the
 boarding pass

 and the far reach

 of a spectrum

A reflection looks
 through glass
 past what
 we know

To find a glow
 in the dark eyes

 of a shadow.

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Our Mandarin Universe

                                    "Our Mandarin Universe"   Acrylic on Digital Print

The edges of an eclipsed

 sun give birth in broken

shocks of light

to day love and life

We lift ourselves

to yawning

blades of grass near

an ocherous tree

raised by the mountains

beside us

Into an infinity

of yes as our

wings fall away

in the ultimate flight

immersed in the

syrup of our

 mandarin universe

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My Kuruvinda,

                                 ...and in Her hands ( might )

She splayed thier legs
and let lightning

strike them

And as the thunder
rolled between thier chests

they felt the glaring

fire and their endless limbs

past the climbing hills of thought

and the shyness sunken in valleys

To rubies held under flesh
in their scarlet garden
unattached to preference
as the Hands of God

weigh heaven and earth


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