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Seven Sonnets
Copyright � 2001
...this is a series of (original) sonnets I'm working on; as the number builds, the more they will ALL make sense
i
My soul stepped slow as I gutted my name,
Functioning, �twas reconstruction, lingered
With wild wonder as that old thang deferred.
Like the twist-lick-hit, newness with no shame.
Notes to a nightingale, moon�s shine and flame,
Moth most perturbed, vision seems blurred.
Exhaled highness, yet, not the king unnerved,
But verved, hallucinogenic untamed.
Insatiably intoxicated, love
In longing still for a much higher ill.
To even taste this may not be enough
For, I clear my senses, testing my will,
Warranting intensity, strength of
Mine fortitude, encompassing this thrill.
iii
how sweet she be to me; even
before, �tis what I believed;
expectations begot from
my sense of her; created
by spirited words and the
intensity of this young
queen�s immensity; in tune
as hendrix�s favorite toy,
seeking joy, there reared purpose
to employ; internally
connected beings �twas us;
Father�s fuss; too much would see
shattered opportunity;
meeting meant something like this;
insist, what eyes shined; bliss burned
amidst first touch and one kiss;
iv
�even warriors weep when
wetness whips gray into a
sunny day; they scold themselves
when they could hold themselves, the
umbrella supposed for the
shielding; once was appealing;
a difficult lesson
to see when dealing; hard cards
to regard even with the
Kneeling; sight from the hind s�like
today and the blind; figure
what kind can confront the rhyme;
in time, regurgitation
with anticipation of
tomorrow�s temptation; all,
for climbing over the wall;
