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In the land which dreams dwell in
where love and hate and life begin;
where swiftly the deep rivers flow
from those lost lands of long ago.
I wander through wild poppy fields
Our senses in tune to these blissful sensations,
where hopes have awakened through seasonal glee.
Our passions in bloom to life's grand jubilations.
I pulled a blue crayon from a deep sea.
A grey crayon surfaced into a manatee.
Slowly he paddled in currents of colors.
Green crayons for forest, earth’s covers.
When you struck me,I vibrated like a kettle drum
then as smaller percussions and repercussions
echoing from all the glassy surfaces
creating a balletic geometry of sound tracks
She stands at 23rd and Grand hailing a taxi for the heart in her hand
Bright yellow cabs passing her way; going somewhere, going away
A Week in the Life
On Monday we woke with the usual blues
Getting back to work in the rain,
Talking about our weekends,
Stale gossip and topics mundane.
Tuesday came, and we got really busy
Things of skill
Of trades well learned
Of fame and fortune
Acts of value
And feats of beauty
Things that worthy men
Quite simply put, I found my dream
Blue skies knit in pink cloud screams
Feathered dusters of hope filled winds
Sparkling waters prancing deep within
Confined, no more, to swinging doors
My actions are the mirror of my heart
And what I do to others makes my soul.
But myopic,narrow gaze can wreck at start
The chance of growing to a greater whole.
I wish I could make you laugh, do you remember
When children purposely let go of a fart?
They giggled like the world had no end
Laughter free from guilt; pure and innocent!
Whatever our life orbits around, there we will be. Starved, in a universe that grows, stars multiply so that we may come to consciously know.
I have not a single leaf left
On display on my bare tree
Winter sets its claws on my branches
Harvested my genes and puts spring signs on hold
Winter shuts down my functioning cells
A panorama of light crashes against the shore
Hungry hearts of butterflies fly into Evermore
Dreamers sifting hues in nets for catching light
A castle door awakening to patterns of insights
“In science one tries to tell people,
in such a way as to be understood by everyone,
something that no one ever knew before.
But in the case of poetry, it's the exact opposite!”
I live in a bubble
A poetic bubble
My mind stumbles
My heart crumbles
So many of us
Under the bright Sun
Equal in God’s eyes
He hears all our cries
But if I have to wish
Who funk it that this day will come
Cockroaches invade my desolate slum
Rats and snakes eve’s scary creatures
Swear words drunken man best features
I feel my soul is trembling like a leaf
that clings on in the worst of a fierce gale
yet will drop into black mud far beneath
though briefly through some sunshine it may fall.
Now speaks the earth of spring and all its joys.
Now flowers and blossom soothe the naked eye
So happy are the lovers,girls and boys,
As in the new green meadows they may lie.