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When butterflies decide
to fly from plant to plant
'tis then they only kisses supplant
and
a new cocoon emerges
also as stamens and pollen bask
in the sun
a sunflower
has just been seeded
O lucky one
we all human are
sons of a gun
fired into an oven
I could write a thousand words
to describe how beautiful you are to me.
How imperfect you are in my eyes
but fitted perfectly to my heart.
You are the pearl I would love to dive
into the deepest of the sea.
The brightest star in the midnight sky
I would but dare not to touch-
But bear to stare at it for the rest of my life.
POWERLESS
There comes a time when the Spirit
begins to die before the Flesh
and the Will gives in when there is
no reason to prolong.
my eyes grow heavy to the slow,
long
beats of the clock, and I surrender
to its music…until I feel again
Malignant Drone….
I should have blown the phone
and kissed her,
because as I sat all alone,
like stone,
I missed her.
Minutes became stretched as I watched,
while she left with a better prepared guy.
As another app on his bedpost was notched,
my heart said, keep playing, you won’t die.
Then I raced through another game,
my mind, my eyes eternally lost.
Even new excuses became quite lame,
relationships died in my electronic frost.
I am tired of proclaiming things.
I am tired of being a hypocrite.
I am tired.
Of me,
of whatever,
whomever
I am right now.
I'm sick of allegories and parables
and I am sick of plain language.
I am sick of myself
and sick to death
and it seems
I have a stomach bug.
I'm stressed out over the simplest things.
"I wonder if the word 'I' appears too much in this piece."
Perhaps the people reading it will connect the dots,
and realize I really am
a pompous ass.
Three for just one
Out in the clouds
rolling wet
she still wonders yet
She awaits his decision
now or later
whenever
In that moment
of chaos
he wondered
where to kiss first
But what can you say
about a man
in the desert
What comes
nearest first
thrust!
or
thirst...
I've traveled every type of road
from bare dirt to concrete paved
and all between have borne the load
of time wasted as well as saved.
Some have gone through urban sprawl
where nature dares not show its face
and traffic does well to just crawl
from such a ruined blighted place.
But these roads turn to highways
on their flight toward smaller towns
where neat lawns greet sun's rays
and smiles outnumber frowns.
THE CHOSEN
I never knew this side of life
and I never did doubt the Mercy of Christ.
but then there was the Holocaust
and the World lost its Innocence;
human life is meaningless and blood flows
for the false perception of a greater good,
we are abandoned to the Chaos
of a Godless world, and we are the randomly
chosen who die in the shelter of light.
Gesu’, Ti chiamo; perche’ non mi parli ?
Vertigo violet
swept up in that sash of hair
punchs a metal funnel into the oil tin
feeds it in a delicate fist to the thirsty
mouth of valve cap opening
the dark shade quite then the blare
of hell fire summer hot
the heat resistant felt blowing on one
corner of the great bonnets sheeet
metal held up with coiled hinges
A beautiful butterfly
has the privilege of entry
to any nectarish orifice
let it be planty
flowery
butter fly
will love to there die
even if it be a candle flame
butterflies love
the burning game
and put all humans
to tearful shame
are you now
at least game
O! what a shame
just hide your name....