How we lived our lives will define its quality
if it is a gift to be celebrated
or the shame of ignorance in quantity,
a mistake which needs to be corrected

The diversity in opinions isn't a reason
to bear the bitter fruits of enmity.
If we can all choose to be kind and tolerant,
we can witness beauty in variety.

A humble fool who is willing to learn
is more valuable than an arrogant wise man
for he seeks the way for improvement
while the other's pride makes him a poor friend

aliens are not necessarily travelers or seekers
they just have the shadow of death cloud among
knowledge of the function of its sting - its appropriateness
free from the illusionary effects of cinematography
controlled monsters on the 2,3,4, channels
what of the infinite channels, grow before you
into steep providence of tethers jackknifed
is man juice to another mans day, perhaps they are
the harps that zest the heart to music
plot to play to ease temporary maliciousness
on aliens who are the real dangers of the mind.

Time buckles the facade
unwarped unwound
bound awake
buckle the belt
the shoe
the bag
and bolt

slip the little grip
with a tender wrist
the spit in the
oozing light
beg for night
neon
bullets of octavius
passion
crawling
from tubs of moribound
happy planet plans

iambic damn pentameter is not so hard to do
oh oops, it seems I’ve added here an extra foot or two
infatuated by the form, my muses simply glow
it seems that their enthusiasm’s made my verses grow

the words all flow, and you can see my muses full in song
at my expense, I have to say, the lines are getting long
so now I write heptameter - iambic too, it seems
and rhythm of the narrative, now from my fingers streams

Two hands hold beneath a pillow
not a word is said even though
the clasp held either loose or tight
brings comfort on a stormy night
like the warmth from a candle's glow

What if the fingers do a plow
on palm of the other in love?
it's tell tale sign of hold me tight
two hands hold

When fingers caress in slow mo
like strokes of the strings of a bow
in sighs and moans lovers delight
like a swan ballet in moon light
to a breathtaking Soprano
two hands hold

raj_sublime_ocean_cousins
hi
have we to compose and expose and repose and I suppose
all about and rout and stout and no doubt
cousins and raisins and masons only
do tell me
slowly, slowly.... coolly, coolly
wily, nilly
but don't call me silly dilly
is this the kind of poetry votary
and
well I don't have many living ones
souls, wholes and holes
except many the ass types....
who can we
dole pole or console
then hold their
tail, mail and derail

my flowers took root in the ground.
like a metaphor, we will always have roots in each other,
and I like that. but only because it's poetic.
there is a difference
between the time it took for me
to make a casual acquaintance in my bed
and the time it took for you
to make a good friend in yours,
except that doesn't matter. it feels different
but there is snow on the asphalt now.
I drive home with my father's low beams.

6:07PM at 24 degrees fahrenheit,
it is the warmest we've been in a while now.