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  • A poem about everything

    The circle of the moon, encompassed in midnight shadow: how do I penetrate her heart? When my own shadow, casts itself to the ground, surrounded by shades of despair? And people’s hearts, which around, demons grab for their laughter- We’re all surrounded by hell! If there’s light, the size of a quark, left in poesy,…

  • Opposites attract like unto

    I dont know what’s real what’s not She couldn’t know, then, could she? Could be, could be not, my soul speaks A Reality of her Compassion, her heart. Loves been in my thought, a happy Thought, a warm honey voice of love, Moon speak and hell speak is or is not, And comes to my…

  • The big G

    Would you lose yourself in the crowd cause they offer their a*#es to you, or would you stay real and true?And that is the test of my true love!And of course, their a*#e is a lie, it disappears overnight, next up, next I find, becomes new you:Then- am I true, too? And what becomes of…

  • Maybe moon

    The moon, In her tears, soft white sound, Cries outside my bedroom window amid night, for me, Lost in sheets deep indigo. Why She cries like an angel, In luminous night for one scarred lifelong, her voice honey On wound, a mysterious song. I want To invite her into my bed, Her head against my…

  • Sarcasm firing back

    Moon travels like a question, white cloud it touches the wind, I draw from you my inspiration Arrived in me, compounded, windy clouded, to your moon imparted Feeling heaven touching thoughts, beheld in your grace, from which moon, I trace inspiration, Passing above, I give to the high moon, knowledge in a windy cloud, perhaps…

  • My desire goes hunting

    My desire goes hunting A butterfly alone writhing legs, walking and seated, not yet set together, come to rest not yet: butterfly in motion Outside herself, a yogin goes searching Knowledge of Woman In the far galaxy, across silence, meditation on your winged chariot drawn Nothing I ever do is good enough for you, and…

  • Love hunger

    I was drawing up a question, my smell was magic, in the garden, asking the earth of you, like a predator. I heard the first crow, then the second beckoned, me to the crow dance, I had black wing, Becoming tree shape, gathering to the sky, the flaming sun, above, looking down, my sight mid-range,…

  • Positively beaming

    for out of the earth, or out of the mortified property in the salniter, no gold can be made Boehme And so I disagree in my heart, and true to myself, from out the earth, I found myself, love and all; Establish my universe: woman god-head, and a woman mother at the helm on a…

  • The Golden Pussy

    But I never look on roses dye, but to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight Keats Today I found pink rose petals on the ground, Friends in summer, summer transmutes life to singing chorus of love sound, Upon the rose petals I found, I took a picture, the only of you I have.…

  • I dont know

    Determined to put the magpie back in its nest, but they’ll say I’m mad, but to do right, but- Determined, fixed on faces, crow dance to please the eye, Determined, I think to understand the why of things, why I can never win, to do everything To please everyone, and I’m just criticised, and kicked…