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"high torqued
love" november 3, 1981 revised: (june 19, 1991)
high torqued
10,000rpm love, over revolution,
blown valves
gaskets need of all major repair and
overhauling
quick speed never
idling flat out, top ending
(sometimes stalling)
worn gears lack of
oiling, but always felt free; quit without warning.....
subtle ignition
sparks fuels (emissions) emotions
hot.........
but sputters fades
and eventually
stops.......
a well oiled
machine i thought
common power
struggles i (believed) were sought
a neutral ground
allowed energy to flow;
all parts with an
even glow
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"garden"
november 13, 1991 10:48pm
sun light about
the garden of paradise; i entered
and lay about you
in a land of dreams; and entered again; i did
caressed in all
the frozen landscapes; in a snow dazed memory; surrounded in silence;
of the moment; i was; i am
and again; i am
taken; to the end and the beginning of the thunder
and rain of you; i am;
and lay about you
once more in a land of dreams;
as i become wet
from the milk of your paradise; once more
and again; i lay
about you in a land of dreams; once more again
and beyond; i do
it was love; the
thaw of fear; that held me; troubled me;
haunted me;
seduced me; angered me; and allowed it to penetrate my inner depths;
and beyond what depths could be realized; it did
and it was the
pain of that fear; that awoke me; it did again
and from those
caves of ice; the fear began to make its thaw
and so it did
forever and forever more; it did
of you; between
you; around-wrapped you; beside, upside, downside,
crosswise,
sideways, i am about and of you; i most definitely am
i am
most definitely
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"mankind.1"
june 19, 1991 9:15
feed me hungry
hold me sad
touch me gentle
for the pain me have
feel me deep
know me sure
see me down and empty
again hold me once more
world comes apart
state by state
land by land
mankind back holds
the hand helping
winters frost
biting killing freezes
dry heated deserts
void moisture and breezes
mankind still
holds back relief but yet teases
what an
inspiration (human) for our children! |
"mankind.2"
june 19, 1991 9:50pm
rolling thunder breaks
pulsating flashes light
air moist and
quiet calm
no songs are heard
beating breaking winds
clouds on fast move
bent hard over trees
the muscles of
mankind flex and (unease)
up line planets in
june sky
man take notice
and realize
terror of rain
bring worlds of pain
crashing down the light
hiding our eyes as
not to see
under safe wings
and shelter thee
of moons suns
tomorrows we hope will be
maybe
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"lighting"
july 8, 1991 8:50pm
the moment
freezes; in thought
eyes of images
float, drift, transparent
from surface to
surface: layer to layer
scorching lighting
flashes, burn, split open
reaches, attacks
and touches deep the memories
thunder broke
flash quick pulsating
bolts/flash
targeting its' mark
as quick as it
came...abrupt, violent, sudden,
hard edged,
crackled noises in grey sky below
and above...breaks
now the quiet of extreme calm
subsiding its
violence...gone in quick flash as
quick as it
came...likened to careless love
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"returns the
she hawk" july 9, 1991 10:05am
my bird "the
she hawk" returns
glides high in
spaceless sky above
wind pushes her
tail feathers to the distance beyond
her wings caress
the cool morning air, i am chilled,
goose bumps upon
my skin watching her in boundless flight
her winged body
silhouetted against puffs of smokeless blue skies
her glide; easy;
effortless and beyond freedoms boundary
she is to me the
rainbow, the sunshine, moonstruck silence
the mere conduit
of and about my heart dreams and desires
to watch is to
fly; with her; beneath, above and beyond; allowing myself to drift
glide, soar effortless and rid, discard, the over riding
emotions of the past; forgetting the electric pulsating beats of a
silent heart; wrapped deeply; entwined in a multitude of passions of
screams, the bed of hot coals, the brain boiling over in the
scorching desert sun, the particles of memories
of an empty room;
where upon i am, naked; unclothed, ignorant, shallow and remorseful;
where my thoughts are frozen and fracture like winter ice building
the layers upon layers that hold me back.
you bird; are the
thaw, the beauty, the warmth, the sunshine that brings my wings to
fly once more; to give me the distance from with in myself; to soar,
to feel again the pulses of myself; my inner and fathomless self, to
heat my wings as they gently touch yours as we glide; above, below,
around, under caressing each other; together in boundless freedom
sky.......always.....forever: forever
"quiet
does" july 10, 1991 2:35pm
the quiet
surrounds the early morning air
my ears reach;
strain to encounter its' stillness
it is that
stillness....of quiet...that so intrigues
so acute it is;
that i am fascinated by what it is;
what it causes and
produces from the inside of me
witnessed it
before; i have, but now, for some other
reason;
differences in my listening causes me to go beyond
beyond yesterday,
beyond tomorrow...i am taken by it; the quiet
the stillness of
this quiet is my inner self calling and revealing
itself; taking me
into the inner depths; where seldomly i've been
slowly-gentle,
peacefully-serene, embracingly-passionate, caresses
me; with its
softness of spirit; the quiet does
this quiet is the
navigator of the universe; it touches the mind;
my mind and
spirit....and penetrates my inner world; the quiet does
the stillness of
quiet is the invisible link to the depth of life
itself....and i am
touching it...holding and caressing the deepness of it, the warmth
and smoothness of it, the silky wetness of it;
i am.....now...not
in danger....no risks....just in the softness of the stillness of the
quiet...i am
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"where"
july 16, 1991 10:50pm
i am in a place of where
i am at the that
place now
a place of where
a place of now
i see the glowing
embers of my past
they drift; ever
so slowly-gentle; they just drift
into a place where
never before could be reached
they reach now, i
reach now, and my screams are silent
unto myself....my
embers begin to burnout...slowly, softly,
gently
profound....are this embers....and the ending slow
glow to them;
reach my eyes, touch the most deepest internal
spirit that is in me
i am taken
away...i am feeling no pain...i am in the place of where
and drift higher
and more than higher could possibly touch
i am proud, i am
strong, i am aware, i am intensely sensitive,
i am me
i am in the place
of where
and that place of
where is me
and now; i am me
take me to your
gentle mind sweet
take me to your
gentle world now....proud
take me softly
take me quietly
take me gently
take me proud
cleanse my body;
its mind, its spirit, its thoughts, its emotions
and its heart
please take me proudly
like the battle warrior
and whisper to me
that i am cleansed, and reach out and hold me
when and while you
take me; as i see the dreams that are behind
me now
touch me deep
where the blood of my mothers' womb is realized
caress the wetness
of my soul from where it oozes
hold me tightly
gentle as you lick the scared wounds from where they came
is there
justice....are you of that justice....compassionate, fair,
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honest, discreet,
ever so loving gently-calm....can you love me as if i were love
itself and itself were love....can my love take you, be of and about
you..will you allow me to be of love itself with you; can it be of
surrender, not careless nor overbearing, respectful, can there be
tears; laughter; words; promises; scenes; jealousy; envy, fear; (all
fear)....spices of fear; novels; stories; dreams; fantasies; music;
dancing; wine...is that not love do the roses bloom each morning;
that no two skins are the same texture; light never the same; nor its
temperature or its shadows and we should build a bridge
between us so we
can travel over what
there is to bridge over.....forever..........07/19/91..1:00pm |
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