Wet Entrance of The Sea

it’s not the sea, but from under - its smooth departure-

one last thing of a swell – a dazzle of dynamite- wet water
it’s framing - a hill becomes a mountain – water brushes through sands hair
expressing a child with nurture, otherwise a transformation into a hand waving spell–

the maturest touch, sea body scoops
experience declaring care, cry of sea salt wacking
surrounds loose movement rocking, bending as far as it goes

pour out, pour out – giant shapes of destiny
if now a sea, by which i express my love
it is a beautiful thing – as water (hollow) shifts its rising tides - wet


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Paddling Through the Sky

I think with thoughts of pillows - moist and dewy;
Split into one and a half - night beds;
One half of the night, I spend;
In tame silence – a secret in sequence;

Where stars are brighter than I;
Calmly, I paddle through the sky;
My canoe sailing on flat darkness but I;
Can’t sleep because - so spread is the sky;
Together in science - the moon and I;

With dragging feet embodied into the dark night;
Where the stars that release refuse to sleep and I feel fine;
- in the outskirts where starlights shine.



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Smooth Lines

strange of dreams-
left angels parallel-
the sounds so-

dear to the ears-
the trees filled with stars -
claimed its moon–
whose vineyard shine
of tears and creatures-

whose beauty beats
on fences in suffering
a show of the rain in shadows glen

pure of ice, slowly chills
these magic moments in between

-frail-

the autumn in the green
in garden drip
where the sands blossom with
flowers flow
like lurking questions
a friend left lying
in the waves
hopeless showers

it is not the sense
of the
serene –
but always
of seasons in exploding
time

green could dream day and night

of the green
still tilting
nature
and teaching time
a truth - in natures dewy
footprints
of the flow of a slender dawn
green in cages
green quiet and alone

the forest smiles
gently and then falls into
the heart that sweeps in
steps

even further in
tides gone without

the miles are further than the
universe of stars

the stars
last
flow

left in space

- down

as angels watch-
a green secret

long enough
- evening silence –

the hills touch the earth.


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Take a Long Breath

take a long breath;

(us), torn by two birds;

the two hands of angels touching nerves;
the setting sun in hills;
thick with deep;
becomes the moon, night;

so bright;
the light young;
carry off - torn;

so bright;
the light young;

one star;
so wonders in the hills;
sleep on final grave;

(us), torn by two birds
jealousy

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Cocoa

Cocoa
Cocoa bean
Tree and water
Cocoa function better butter
Cacoa seeds long uniquely precious
Cocoa


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Green

I have kissed the
junipers but not on
the lips. I have felt
the conifers - the evergreen
pines - life.


copyrighted 2007

Cool Breeze

Her - a blue reflection child star - a breeze.
A climate in the air, the breeze in a glance.
When summers dance it just diminishes past.
Sleep rushes for there is life, a mark of heavens heir.

I think how there is hope in the mirroring glory.
How our lives are familiar in needless cries of a cold world.
When an angel has a single day I surrender myself with open eyes.
I bare flesh and she hangs around me, knowing.

Along where I am holding dear, a bare naked love.
An image conjures tender life in no danger blowing.
I wait for the lesson to stop time and the devil in my hand is cool.
A child star walking beautifully past a swimming pool – a breeze.




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Ocean in Spectacular

Oceans wrapped in spectacular
seeking the open of dispersion - blue cries smiles in
sad turbulent waves
lies to command with great lilies linear in dazzle - an ocean

to fulfill a mad desire
grace pushes that heart
so full of desire beauty on the sands
striking the appetite full flow flurry - it seeks

the swell of global blue
blue sweeping as it catches the clouds
lusting in invasion deep

Pillow kissing goes to a rising up of ocean shaking shifting
daunting dangling marching
wrapped full in inclining with eyes
a harmless pollution blows into the dazzling dimples of a

ocean wrapped in spectacular


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Nothing of a Leaf

A leaf spun from seedlings
All alone on the shore
After the tides have leased themselves out into promiseland
From comfortless miles drawn inland
It diagonally floats upon the plural of sand
On dry flat sandpaper
Even planes of slippery smooth

Wind picks up speed
Lifts the leaf caught up in grumble
In a ripping verve and dash
The nothing of a leaf in brisk nap


Copyrighted 2009