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Saturday, June 29, 2019
Sand in my shoes Plans along a sandy path Bearing all the gritty news A nitty grain for every view Strains of human emotion So much lyrical sand in the world Refrains for human revolution How does love go on Year after evolutionary year Without you near Some far off dream I've dreamt you here No apologies for my sadness How can we go on without gladness Without embracing love Accepting bleeding love here Love's many brooding fears That moody fortune teller was right Dealing the only Hangman card Such a dank and humid night Revealing that rank and lowly Hermit card Lastly the tell - only actions speak Louder than crass cards or lonely words Brassband remarks from an unruly crowd Benchmarks left by their sultry tones Bleak bare bones Purchased so far away Besmirched by all Our fairy tale love That far away love we sought Under the brilliant Southern Cross Speaking sensual love Consensual sonnets as we swayed Far above an ocean of contemptuous residue Beyond all that was left of our broken lives Hacked and submerged Converged by love Breathing below the restive surface Drowning ourselves in a restless vortex Crowning sex with some token strife Beneath love's fraught fancies Wrought in our darling harbour Believing in what is right Adoring my daring wife Framed by her brooding love Crowned by love's bloody thorns Traces of our blessed love Two distressed sea turtles Nesting on impressive shores Abhorring love's ruddy atmosphere Scratching rife plans in dry red dirt Wry life etched out with a lusty stick We're swimming nude with crusty sharks Rudely dancing o'er a bed of red hot coals Beached rebels coming out of their painted shells Crudely romancing love's oceanic dark Tantric masters soaring o'er a sultry park O'er a sea of love's sandy descendants Bandy coral reef defendants Bleached and wallowing Such Pilot Whale love Regarding those shallow shoals Love's soulful attendants Guiding pods of sorry fellows So we sleep far from the shallows Safe under a sea of coral stars Snug beneath undulating waves from heaven Bliss where love and I once held you midst all that fuss Precious home fixed between us Mixed blessings between our anxious arms But reckless dreams don't come true Still we sleep beneath the restless sky Chilled by the yearning deep blue sea Such abstruse mystery Overtly submerging you and me Deliverance covertly bequeathed Destiny a lover's aqualung Oxygen inhaled with each emerging sorrow Nitrous bubbles exhaled by truth and love Breaking the acid surface Impaled by swarming legions Those deadly men of war Yet another sad tomorrow Remarks from the gelid moon Crying o'er historic blue moons Aphrodite kneels before the relic sea Welcoming Earth's sacred waters Reforming astrological guest lists All those graceful swans and perfumed roses Rescinding love's astronomical beck and call Myrtus communis decked with coy doves and song sparrows Normal apologies remitted via snail mail Venus ensuring bent cosmogony shall prevail Sailing hopelessly around love's cosmic center Circumnavigating maternal poles Resisting - I paternally desist Heave-to - returning home Distressed by grievous love Guessing heavenly love might still me Impressed by love's dreams Crazed love punishing the best Razed love sighing when it fails Brazen love lying unveiled Hungry passion refusing to fill me Famished compassion regaled Grounded above fashionably high water marks Roundly loving that high and dry A welcome sandy place Where driftwood dreams are found Wassailed and assailed Bleached with the rest Wondering if fire and water truly matter Wandering naked and confused Lost in new love's restless chatter Smatterings from the old mad hatter Battering and derailing ready guests Costly love's harsh and heady test.
Friday, June 7, 2019
Some fragment, A hint of joy, There's a royal tangent, Where love goes, Seems a plan, Seems a ploy, Some play, A lovely day, There stands a lovely girl, Hand in hand with a loving boy, So the lovely sun shines, Love birds recite spiritual rhymes, Remarkably peace sings and harmony prevails, Rightfully in that place where love stops time, Such a frightful realm midst so many holy grails, Where brave compassion dwells, Rare middle earth and a breath of fresh, Perfumed air scenting each and every dell, Such a beautiful sensible dream, Enmeshed with glory and superfluous cream, If only the storied stars and planets might align, If only jealous moonlight could share its secret design, Possibly contrite sighs and love would find us, Perhaps insightful love would never pale, All this beautiful good, All our human desires and moods, If our loving hearts truly understood, Perhaps true love would never fail.
Tragedy ignites so many fires, Music incinerates my tired being, Self immolation when love retires, You are what I'm seeing, I'm drinking you in again, You gave life new meaning, Electricity coursing through my veins, I'm lost in your sultry eyes, Kiss after torrid kiss, Sultry love is all that finally remains, Little did I know how impersonal it all is, Fucking is just fucking biz, Love doesn't come the same, Enter into the carnal stage, Fucking is as just fucking is, Subterfuge when love is full of rage, Love refuses when love is disengaged.
Thursday, June 6, 2019
Here in peaceful Nogunzorfetter Bordering an insightful world One might know us well They could know us better Sharing Tim Horton's blissdom Wisdom surrounding this village girthdom Middle Earth found edging this remote fiefdom Expounding a fledgling right Pledging respect and peaceful nights Nary blight or confrontation nor willing fight But all is not contrite Alas I dreamed a black attack Mass carnage witlessly performed Crass clanging Pairs of dangling chopsticks My oh my voracity One salty meal of savoury licks Himalayan pink sprinkled like star dust Pompous sugarism corralling ravaged grains of rice Picked on from the moral start Part of each oral recipe and ill refrain First accosted then abused Judged like some second place fusion of mustard and fudge Unbudgingly sentenced to unlikely thirds Roasted in pies with small unwilling birds Dry thoughts carnally chewed Bare restraints exposing some neoimpressionistic rage Subjectively gauging realistic reformation Defamation of complete and utter starvation Breatharians unite fighting for the right Information and unresolved human hunger Subjecting bitter plants to angry steam Three sisters swimming in cream, Sauced in buttery fat Slathering rich edges of glossy tureens Spilling over with the Spanish Inquisition Rearranging science and spent molecules Follicles bent by course morbid transition Changing merciful colour Living green to rent and painfully cooked Moot victims exposed Found limp and lifeless Soundly steamed to death Steam chamber victims Holocausts of hungry reckless thinking Concocting remorseless tragedy Thank you for our daily drama Not a common wealth Not a natural season of rude guffaw Hooded brooding due to goody menus Noodling in cahoots with undue stealth Dressing leaves and seeds and roots Such a raw and vicious diet Undressing and rebalancing a rough state Some regressed naked phalanx Like a rare impressionable breed Bleeding New York steaks Marbles in tweed suits Marbled lewdness existing Food on some crude and garbled footing Vegans and other marvelous dudes Recklessly questioning Feckless kitchen cooking
Blue water feature, Balancing a green city park, Spurting plumes of cold sparkling water,
Warm people funneling together, Frequent passionate moments and eager minutes, Girls playing with boys, Boys performing for the girls, Children and tots frolic and race, Doting mothers secure the place, Communally a cooperative space, Nurturing beautiful wisdom and truth, Glorious nature encircling this sacred grace, Fountains for refreshing youth, Such a splendid effervescing feature, Water refrains in the jersey park, Comfort and balm for collective creatures.
For almost three decades I was a shepherd, herding goats and riding horses, as well as growing a large organic garden which helped feed me as well as quite a few others. Now I'm older, still growing the big garden but no longer a shepherd (which I truly miss). With the extra time (no longer shepherding, milking goats, wrangling and riding horses) I write more, although I've been a writer since I was a teenager. My other great 'artistic' loves are photography (digital these days) and playing music on my keyboard, guitar and accordion. Life is good, living in my little cabin on the side of this big lonely mountain where grizzly bears and mountain lions keep company with all the other Earth Spirits.