Seven

daylight caught in the summer as
words

oozing across the screen
broken into emotion remnants

all the right words where they ever are
even into proto words

brush a thistle together and form me

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Money, I'm Sorry

streaming in two
open doors, and
It’s all happening


all I begin
alls fall from my mouth
as the moon cries because
its gone with the
glow core of its eternal rockets


reflect O thirst
sun spread

It's all daydreams
like the sign trying to
escape its flashing lights



..

Her eyes said guess

as daylight causes summer words

as countless un
frozen forms

forms forming from
inside two golden mirrors

wear all out what they actually are

and there are no crimes
in loving in a selfless way

and that's what you want in a poem
so it doesn't have life




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The control of awesome powers

resembling
thought into thoughts
echoing off alabaster
played back in time



The  reassembly of  precious current...
mind forever Things
now even have things


into pick up and move mountains
or into two pieces
or  the gift of memory

seen through
circles of time

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tonto rides again part 3

a rain on
my head
curves down its surface
into little hearts and minds
pure
electrically
because
but still wanting in mystery

a call telling
to love yourself from
deep below the flowers
pushing up through dreams that seem
sweet and
worthy of life  


'

it's hard to keep the sun from shining

And she turned away in the quiet way of
consciousness awakening from dreams
covered in shadows


into a lake of night
left behind as dreamy explanations
and  me that I should fall so far into this quite
gently simply


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Unmanned Moon

man left on the moon
oven cooked  
new moon
pails of music
and a music spoon

over the red  tree

.

fast

she had the writer's heart
an eternity stretched like lover's lies
like longing makes a story true



Sometimes is a person longing for things
to be as they had been before
a noonday sun based on memories   we all
 have stories

xo

Odds of writing the same poem twice

colder than snow
falling in ice


A sky
winter
white
Tonight mixed with words wet as
floating on the ocean

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The Peanut Butter Cat

Peanut Butter Cat  2013

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Like there might be write poetry

I love you as the plant that grows
 without water or sunlight

and in the sky you hold up
you lift me up above my dark whispers
as waves gather up and curl
before crashing on the shore

 Your love fills me like the sea fills the low parts on earth
and on top of the ocean blows the endless love of your voice



..

tiner tinger

Your Peaceful Voice

oceans of space to love
more porous than dreams
quietly passes over me
like dawn in waves


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