Tag Archives: Art

Sunset

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drifts Eventide
across a narrowing hall
of the Sea

her own shadow
her own reflection
her own light
to follow

whose last cinder of breath
will fall into dream
o’er brink of the World

brook

be drawn our eyes
to thy voice

a caravan
of seemingly diverse chatter

but spellbinding
to our sanity
with wondrous reverie

Olden Love

another seasons of four
have we shar’d

be the fog
thicker

the sidewalks
more uneven

our thoughts
often lost in thought

yet whenever I feel
the lifelines
of thy fragile hand
with mine
‘tis yesterday’s light
I behold
in that fairest of faces

drags and drinks

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she sips between tokes
contemplating life’s issues
it’s her happy hour

Crane of Paradise

Seductress
of eyes athirst

of lovers faithful
to Truth

of ideas embracing
wherefore of Life

Winter

polar mist
upon me descends

my raiment to shed
myself to slumber
to hibernate

to muse
of the wonderscape
outside my dream cave

till on my brow
comes knocking
the breath of Spring

farmer

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his grandsire’s needs
overtaken
by today’s

whose needs
be overtaken
by its own overBirth

Via Appia Antica

since Antiquity,
Today, maybe Tomorrow,
all roads still lead here

Aurora

lips ‘twixt Earth and Sky
Dawn’s peerless dream of lost Love
of refound Passion

limitless

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eyes overwhelm’d
by Heaven’s chandeliers—
minds challeng’d
by roofless Night

yet what of microcopics
and their microscopics?
a universe in a drop
of Nothingness

Beginning and End
found in empty baskets
on Time’s doorstep—
a trial of credence

heath

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descendants
from artless love
of loam
of rain
of flame
of hearts
both rhythmic
and silent

let cast
an eye
an ear
and savor
their spiritual touch
their wonder
and know why we are

signing spat

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my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off

her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me

later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes

till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

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hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough

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