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Lust or Love

I wonder how I feel for you so others I do ask, I ask if this is lust or love this feeling I can't grasp. I feel as if this may be love but that I do not know. The feelings that I have for you I hope they never go. I wonder if we'll stay together for all the years to pass, I know we both have feelings for each other yet I do hear myself ask. Is this feeling lust or love and will this feeling last?

p a t h o s l o g i c a l

smitten
elaborate
your ghost weaves
birds of hope
upon my shipwreck
heart

Dire was your plan
to thwart love
that rose with
light breeze
these gusts
leaven us
towards the dawn
star

chains of promise
drew you down
forgotten wing bound
creature lust

and vanity a trust
we need in vaults
shelter

if only I could
capture you
for you would see
the greatness
how I so complete
you

Second Anniversary

Celebration
Of
Two years
Two hearts
One
Name

Coming
Of
Two
Together
Oneness
Nirvana

"Pigs don't have karma." she said
while they were waiting for the light to turn from pink to red.
"They're just pigs."
He placed his hand on her thigh
in his usual way,
The universe was well-constructed
that particular day,
better than most she thought,
abstractedly.

After three consecutive lifetimes, the mother ship would land
near the Mojave.
It was time for the creators to return.

I Hate the Eyes Behind Clowns

I hate| the eyes |behind |clowns
trust not the smile on their face
I can see deceit thereof
feel dishonesty hidden

some kids fear faces of clowns
cry out in fright at their sight
remember his appearance
white painted scary features

I liked clowns when I was young
but soon learned why kids fear
she took away my kids joy
in a library on summer

a day of fun summer break
balloons made like animals
excited them immensely
as they waited overlooked

NOT OF THIS WORLD

Should you see me standing still
eyes unfocused, far away
I'm visiting some wooded hill
where I walked one bygone day.

Or sitting looking at the sky
attention lost amongst the blue
perhaps emmiting a slight sigh.
I'm not really next to you.

The real me only visits here
stopping off from time to time
to check on those whom I hold dear
or dash off some short clumsy rhyme.

To whom it may concern

It seems like everything I do goes unnoticed
Work my fingers to the bone and nobody knows it

I'm not asking for thank you cards and roses
but if my work ethic shifted from where it is to far below it
just think where you would be and then verbally show it

But there's no chance for that, you're too self absorbed to see my focus
I see that you'll probably frown when you know why I wrote this
Consider this my two week notice.

Happened at Night

Happened at Night

Ribbon dark starlight
shone in glints
setting sun gone
its thoughts remained

short reflections
sharks
minnows through the sea
willow patterned islands
floating over time's edge

salt tears dripped
the eaves
a strangled tree
fists pruned bare
stared at night

the rats stirred straw
gnawed apples cores
feathers ruffled
a dead sea gull
the shriek
of a cloaked doorway

Alone

Alone

It often feels
like the hardest days
are the ones
that sneak up, unannounced.

As if trumpeting their intentions
could make them any better.

It seems
that on the most difficult days
the world is so very tone deaf,
on those days when more than anything
I need a listening ear.

Why do we treat each other the way we do?
Women are called names,
unborn children are called things,
fathers are absent
and people have no respect for themselves
or each other.

Lulla , Lulla Bye

You lulla bye me for sure
your lovely poetry,
I do surely adore
to the core,
what's more of desire can one dream
but a lulled up poem
up the stream,
of imagination
quivering faith
as I go off to sleep
lulled by your fabulosity
ere it does keep me
in a fairyland
I do see

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