so much
has happened
deep water
under every bridge
those things
we all touch
such a sweet taste
to do and be
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
pasted with love
on every fridge
as if
what we
see and do
could be
anything
but new
yet thin soup
cold broth
that somehow
seems uncouth
dry mouth
strange dreams
dry tongue
that longing
vampire tooth
maybe
if we earned
perfect dreams
those that are
truly real
those learned masters
of that
emotional universe
where motion seems
like mystical truth
would help us
evade love's disasters
in that
resistant instance
life doesn't
mince words
give thought
all that heaven
we never got
maybe pure water
would wash away
all those
insistent fears
even where
irrational existence
has never begun
to be forgiven
we were
out sailing
that one
good day
was even
providential
deferentially fair
but providence
eventually turned
summoning raging storm
intentionally yearning
for those difficult things
we never understood
uncommon air
wicked water
washing us
into another
lover's fray
something torrential
where love
just could not stay
tears from heaven
all our latent fears
sweeping love away
those hopeful things
we are honestly given
that sweet taste
we long for
that needy love
we too often die for
what if we
never drown
what if we
never die
too much
thin soup
keeping us
ravenous
forever hungry
making us
fall down
collapse and cry
what if all that
exasperating emotion
suddenly stopped
what if true love
never found us
what if sweet love
never flopped
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
setting sail
for a perfect coast
where love
could save us
where good
would never pale
where love and joy
would forever
live with us
help us survive
every raging storm
be with us
when and where ever
we set sail
navigating
to that perfect place
where perfect love
could never fail

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here it is
it's Christmas time
let's pray for peace
hope all the world
is good and fine
here it is
that time of year
when there is hope
a special day of merry
hoping lasting peace is near
here it is
another Christmas day
when love should be
included in everything we say
when peace and goodwill
is all we should ever truly see
so along with all our Christmas dreams
hopeful love and peace
is what daily life should always be

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I remember
sapphire kisses
how could I
that blazing fire
ever forget
you are such
warm embrace
tender passion
embracing night
where splendid
cemented us
intimately together
we had that
gentle sense
sensibly nude
orgasmically intense
our love mood
remember lips
kiss me you
touch each other
a gleaming jewel
your glowing skin
from outside
faithfully
I reached in
tracing streams
each liquid rule
measuring inside
soul
completely soaked
love invoked
so very treasured
artfully wet
like summer dew
painting little drips
brushing parts
stroking blushing cheeks
your smiling face
that beguiling rush
your flushed stare
our devoted sighs
somehow I knew
we have died for love
we both saw through it
that infectious guise
recognition
of our urgent love
avoiding reckless torment
we lay there
breathing
hearts beating
abreast of comment
no choked on lies
instead heady notions
adept life
right to left
a swaying motion
deep diving
in love's deep ocean
deftly sounding
something profoundly earnest
furnishing passion
committed to keep
kissing salvation
emotions so raw
still I thought
supposedly still
rational
that hopeless love
I hoped to keep
but then somehow
I might have been
frightfully mistaken
unrighteously how cruel
be truly asleep
what is this love
we had faithfully found
isn't it foolish
soul and mate
reminding us
love's sweet gift
just you and I
we aren't  pretending
all that pretentious
outside world
love is
always comprehending
that implied word
pygmalion
an alien guise
had disappeared
I'm sorry
for leaving
another passionate story
some mystery
I didn't realize
about love's whole truth
still two tender hearts
foolishly compromised
two passionate souls
promising something
improvised
we both did want
what we truly needed
should and more
mend our wounded hearts
both of us
having bled so much
leaving scores
of feral scars
I truly hope
some great love
will wisely keep
brilliant wisdom
undaunted compassion
soulfully haunt
arrested love
love's great ransom
divinely brave
midst love's brazen dreams
sweet love
profoundly deep
yet dark night came
shamefully broken
we sadly parted
I hope you know
comforted by
what remains of love
some in depth truth
perfect in that light
love poems and verse
inflection and true words
were rightly spoken
but reflection dear
fear mirroring
fatalistic love
how can we
garner hope
still you might
keep invited love
somewhere safe
away from promises
we couldn't keep
tucked sadly away
like tragic wounds
encompassing
our bleeding hearts
I hope you may
some reflective day
forgive me
allow some precious
velvet dreams
to caress your being
it still seems
somewhere love
we must know
truthfully seeing
desirous love
entranced by being
consecrated with ironic fire
adorned with halos
storms of enchanted kissing
two bodies writhing
reborn in romance
love's sweet perfume
enhancing loving hearts
such tingling love
alive and new
together we're feeling
carnal chills
blood and bone
though still
we exist
so far apart
I'm so distant
we're all alone
I'm lying naked
thinking about love
divinity knows
from that very start
we were just
being just us
two love birds
meant to be
we fluttered
two as one
we danced
proving perfect time
caressed by passion
celebrating ardent space
we built with love
I gently stroked
your glowing face
love's brave overtones
advocating sighs
relative with perfect moans
but now
allocating negative
we are two
here is me
far away
there is you
time's punishment
comparative lonely days
fusion and fission
admission into narratives
some admonishing art
that dark envisioned part
a roiling crucible
crudely smelting
our shared pain
love conjured
leaving us
morally shaken
by crashing thunder
we were swept away
sorely torn asunder
in that torrential rain
so now we're lost
ship wrecked
surviving all alone
we've been accosted
by a coral sea storm
forget prayerful pleas
falling on deaf ears
we're an ocean apart
silent pleading prayers
grievously unheard
there is no merciful part
still I struggle
dashed by parched love
feeling washed away
those torrid dreams
seemingly true
love honestly
is forever gone
that true love
we once both
passionately knew
openly now
we're broken
foolishly somehow
we have been
burdened
with love's mortal pain
fatally stricken
bound by sorrow
it hurts to remember
every sad refrain
examine shackled hearts
each imprisoned day
every silent night
ruefully beyond
every lonely tomorrow
perhaps foolishly
that is sure
we always mourn
what we lost
what we've got
purity of love
has surely gone
we won't kiss again
I won't ever look
into your opal eyes
let me blissfully maintain
that I love you
I need hope
love's sapphire kisses
embracing you
still deep desire
glowing sparks
remnants of love
that eternal fire
having burned up
incinerated lost love
all its compassion
embers remain
coaxing tender overtones
even love's hot refrains
its passionate lies
remembering
all that honey sweet
commending love's cherished
unforgotten sighs

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Thirteenth Dimension

Part 1

if only
I could
spin time
make it
something more
than visual
something else
besides numbers
other than divisional
counting on
my revised hand
I have envisioned
one stand out finger
is it not
ask yourself
so outstanding
fantastically doubled
one on each
troubling hand
palm reading
dreaming God
being troubled
each personified second
foundling time
into concrete units
what is that
concentrated treatment
celestial unity
messiah sun
without impunity
does what
divine immunity
into that void
speaking out
from deep within
angelic stars
those inclined
to do
even avoidance
regaled with
fabled domesticity
bucking wood
building fire
baking bread
being earthy
mundane life
continuing humanely
certifiably spin worthy
objectified as deep
rectified within
universal obedience
that verified organic
biotic living thing
an embryonic experience
spirit morphing
revealing myopic energy
out of histrionic synergy

Part 2

untold melting glaciers
reverentially expanding
streaming out
swelling exponentially
devouring spatial din
fantastic pingos
welling up
half thawed
perma-dancing
dwelling on
singing ground
forever cosmic foundation
undefined
refining woodland
undermining dwindling caribou
that cold material wind
blowing eternal snow
windigo calling
celerity resounding
relational edification
reliving anthropomorphic
scientific knowing

Part 3

creative cave days
sensational ways
seasonal divisions
splitting ratios
contractual fractions
timelessly romancing
fractal extravagance
various additions
even graceful
marginally minute
frugal integration
under reverential magnification
revealing further revelation
nurturing revelating time
eventfully investing
out of stodgy dark
even oddly interesting
resilient shadows
sentient codger night
even stark silence
impossibly folded
delivered into days
those science holdings
entranced by contrite
where resolvent months
reflect solvency
mirroring time's
moral resilience
truth's immanence
rescinding those
insolvent years
what if ambivalence
advantageous problems
accentuating hollow folly
absolved with cruel trembling
following resentment
marked by absolution
until fool time
actually
eventually
finally stops

Part 4

dry those
foolish tears
resolving all those
horrific fears
reconstituting nothing
what would be
no matter when
even counting minutes
perhaps infinitesimal
or just a finite spatter
marking those
selected hours
my one moment
timely distraction
rays of timeless
fomented light
forming once
per thousandth of a second
charming lifetime
some helpful karma
a fraternizing
dharma hand
could simply
soulfully and dutifully
beautifully materialize
habitate sacred land
truthfully maternalize
new world integration
inhabiting some other
integral time
habitual time is
so fatally intimate
recurrent and so
regally new
matter of beginnings
even more urgently
adherence to some
even shattering
divergent endings
only convergent time
would ever
conversely
dispel mythology

Part 5

that miracle staff
magic spells cast
occupancy of forest dwellings
mystic stuff
forever brandishing
fragments of that
mysterious rod
some futuristic sundial
breathing fire dragons
marking firstly
relative margins
each second hand
another part
then thirdly
ascension
high above
elevated clouds
if only
hard time
stands soundly
grandly upright
would possibly
grandiosely dare
implying rambling
as to walking
power trekking
into pretentious run
care to crawl
outwardly emerge
forwardly evolve
beneath a raging sun
compare universe
delineate inner truth
infiltrate universal God

Part 6

if only
God Head
I could relegate
stopping time
delegating
diminishing
dispelling things
that seem odd
apparent egress
leaving appellant tracks
finish carelessness
perhaps dispelled
yet still bundled
founded by hateful
remaining distasteful
wasted time could
should come
to nothing
frightfully crude
something insightful
heightened mood
maybe without
acrid time
we would still
be something
a good narrative
more than less
less broody
more stress free
than needy
then readier
not just numbers
steadier and unencumbered
surfing tsunami waves
dismissed as flippant
earthquake blips
remiss fateful time
digging into
suspended sand
sad figuring
continuous graves

Part 7

money slips
economic blunders
those sometimes
socially dark thunder
even more rude
crude madness
ruefully harbouring
pretentious right
eventful campaigns
often deranged
sometimes wrecked
by and by
fatefully strange
resentfully driven
by sensual desire
addled as given time

Part 8

shameful terror
strapped upon
monster's backs
we've been shanghaied
blood creating
red streams
dreams flowing
as anaerobic green
harangued as monitored
trial corporate tokens played
orchestrating babble
incorporating rabble video
styled rhetoric
ballads and crying
what about sacred water
distressing ocean days
desperate nature
not being revered or saved
sea of swimmers
drinking slave champagne
basically something foreign
distastefully sour
plastic something
crowds devouring
every timeless track
towers of harmful politics
speaking charming words
offering gentle nuclear spring
unfettered fire summer
flooding showers uttered
falling into broken
bloody endless
atomic muttering

Part  9

crow abominable time
mind nominal hours
grind open
formal gates
normally cultivated
brutal war
reprimanding
broken command
lords and masters
ruefully demanding
mad and crazy zones
something disastrous
such contrite understanding
trite peace campaigns
remorsefully frightful
this time of war
insightfully resulting
in death moans
time giving
ransom taking
hands down awake
then waking
so time as universe
opening that third
peaceful illustrious eye
making curable clearer
that cosmic vision
illuminated with spectrum
exalted by halos
floating orbs
culminating
as night vision
amongst all
those shining
golden crowns
every holy revision
cosmic solar wind
generating awesome waves
revealing venerable truth

Part 10

time confessing
current messages
redressing fervent time
taking a bird's eye view
treasuring divine
measuring sacred space
calling out purity
echoing things
harmonic gleaming
pearls so ivory white
those images and drafts
seemingly my imagination
those angular
geometric shafts
seconds and degrees
lit by royal light
metalurgically alluding
to moil and magic
rafts of trumpeting swans
whoo whoo whooing
emanating sacred calls
relegating creation
strikingly majestic
imperially like eagles
such impressive
respective wing span
spanning guidance
gainfully progressing
universal soul
this irreversible thing
sensible sacred being
reverential as occupation
every spirit beneficial

Part 11

admit that
Godly place
so blessed
itself something
so Goddess time
expresses being
formal expression
god and goddess
Blessed Shiva
remain eternal
divinely refreshed
referred to in prayers
invoking infernal time
ultimately furnishing
life's living stage
final time
a universal goal

Part 12

divine seer
fiery sage
one
discernible gauge
all this life
stirring
those times
though through
long weeks
corrupting innocence
spilling blood
reticent months
mired deep
in deceptive mud
inceptive advantage
ruthlessly smeared
delivering both
foundless hope
with fateful hate
creation
abstract paintings
recite
searing poems
clearly
concurring
that dayspring
unfurling life

Part 13

recurrently
every dawning age
surely intonation
incurring zones
strokes so tempting
our wanton moans
paint living colour
intone empathetic time
spinning universal stages
speaking as conversation
recitation scooped
sacred hoops
from some
deep well
liquid as verse
instruct compassion  
deconstruct
physical sin
where is time
ultimately living
compulsively dwelling
amongst variables
balanced
by sacred tools
burning words
turning sacred pages
drawing blessed water
purity from a sacred well
time announcing
somewhere in between
eternal brilliant heaven
and timeless infernal hell

               * * *

 

it's trending strange
some of us
mentioning
remembering
past lives
even centuries
through millennia
every incarnation
so spirit strives
through inclination
time won't resist
keep on yearning
wanting to exist
needing exegesis
genesis with feeling
freedom to learn
who were you
when this world
first evolved
forever changing
involving me
novelty you
they and those
as good
mother earth
turns quantum clever
moody revolution
no ordinary life
chemistry with dissolution
we keep on trying
where were you
when Pompeii burned
what were you
when Spartacus died
our timeless resurrection
when time itself is born
this is the only way
through every incarnation
we invest to live
revelry while perfect
does regress
disheveled into elements
fragments of levels
when and how
we chose to live
how many times
we close our eyes
waking as they and those
a new born cries
wherever we chose
to live and die
reincarnation chose
being cleverly divine

              * * *

 

while I still
have flesh
on my bones
I want
to know
having blood
life transference
coursing through
constricting veins
while I still
have eyes
true light
to see
I need
to know
breathing air
general life
pumping existence
divinity invading
evolutionary lungs
while I still
have electrons
bounding around
renewed cellular matters
funicular grounding chatter
glued to lucid brain
I require intrepid
concentrated consciousness
reception's entropy
while I still
exist ascending
spiritual revolution
while I am
coherent evolution
flesh and blood and bone
so zone this
vibrational life
reverberates through time
echoing throughout space
while I still am
adherent expression
of who and what I can
considered impressions
of how
I'm human
just why
I am a man

               * * * 

 

it's not
impartial darkness
but fractal light
distracting me
it's not nothing
but practically everything
distractions creating me
what if
I never truly woke
forever fully asleep
so then
what could I feel
through it all
immediate time
adjoined by remedial space
what might I be
delightful or suffering
or is it
just like
night and day
indifference versus compassion
via love and hate
I do think
my perfectionist soul
would not stay
in such a barrage
of harried light
perhaps some
imperfect black hole
variant distilled remorselessness
carelessly even effortlessly
shall swallow me up
just like conditional
sensational darkness
consuming riveting rays
of choice inspirational light
as this world
turns always returning
each assuming day
into the very next
night after presumptive night
entreating curious texture
starry spectacular light
myriads of regal colour
such delirious structure
this creative art display
making us need to see
but what do we want
what does
darkness need
does dark night
require any light
then what is right
still life snuggled
within a struggling seed
death's eternal
reverential fight
everything wanting us
to forever change
entreating volatile light
isn't that strange
fickle darkness
marking some
ingrained place
where steady nothing
is just like silence
we readily know
something was said
echoing some deafening refrain
God's trusting contemplation
forming this and that
first common word
one profound sound
seeking some
future destination
isn't every universe
mainly void of light
isn't each retroverse
every crazy sun
just another blazing orb
yearning for realization
I don't know
what fervent light
would see
what deferential dark
might be
if reverential God
remained unreserved
yet reserving that
initial creative spark
but we
got sentient light
something undeserved
since creation
depends on sight
though insightful darkness
reserves godly right
to eventfully keep
raging suns burning
turning brave day
after each rave night
into something
we all
yearn for
even though
when we sleep
darkness can
be a stark friend
even letting one find
within one's mindful dreams
those yin sounds
of vying silence
resolving creation
that yang evolution
through unglued time
revolving around angled space
where unknown distraction
resolves enlightened absolution
absolute insightful darkness
beauty in that place
refined by mindful God
blinded by truthful light
defined by ruthless creation
still foolishly
we go and do
yet we are still
seeking grace
always unable to see
unfettered and free
that magnificent dark entity
almighty God's unseeable
divine creative face
God's unimaginable
divine wondrous place

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