| yeah, this site needs an update since everyone else is giving theirs a face-life! |
| SO HERE'S MY MOST RECENT STUFF! |
| If life were filled with nothing but the little things, 'twould be perfect. |
| Nature: Perfection, One and the same. Mother Earth is life, And Life is God's name. |
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| Is life a mere path, I do contemplate? Or rather a track Encircling fate? |
| You hover about In ecstasy's air, Like a soft trade wind From Love's ocean lair. Upon your breeze, A scent of pure grace Like a wildflower bunch Set on my table's lace. Cooling warmth flows Past my cheek Like your soft touch. A home it seeks. So drift past trees, To my heart's abode Like a simple cabin At the end of Love's road. |
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| THE KALEIDOSCOPE Miles ahead Are beside me: A feeling of joy, And one of dread. Here you stand In kaleidoscope's land. A child's toy Held by your hand. The color's decree: Bright and true. You, the light At the end, shine through. Your hand turns: Pattern's plight! Now I behold A more confusing sight. Inaneness I see Through perfect alignment: Like you and me Two lives in one scene. Many pieces in one picture: Repetitious fate -- You and I together, A one-sided debate. Yet I the eye And you the light, Love rotates To make everything right. |
| THE BEST PHILOSOPHER NEVER GROWS UP. |
| Institutionalization is Utopia. But there will inevitably be a deviance from any institution. Thus is becomes socialism. |
| Poetry speaks from the author's soul, not from the conformer's whip. |
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| LOVE NUMBS THE ATTENTION SPAN INTO OBLIVION. |
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| Living By Time The countenance of the clock -- It grins in evil debate While its movement we await. It sleeps with peaceful snores When our minds are locked indoors. Then it smiles in utter glee During the moments we wish wouldn't flee. It sneers and jeers, is never nice -- For the clock knows how to tighten our vice. |
| ok, so shoot me that it's all in yellow and blue. there's a reason: a very good one! hope you all enjoyed the little lightening flash into the jet-lit depth of my mind's cave. |