sorry, this is not a romantic poem, but one written long ago – well, not romantic in the sense of persons! but there is creativity, mystery, and action, with subjection, depravity, and infliction etc. all part of a romantic culture… yes? – go ahead, give it a read, share it – and help an artist from the bleed of dirt being chased on the day to day breath, all for the hope of life lived in the opulence for which it could and should – as it should have been decades ago!

07.39.42 – – 08.30.20 on 08 – 25 – 11

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“ Delineated Creativity ”

Suns Rays disseminating molecule splitting heat

between the brain

and thoughts plains  to

blue skies in the pile

high from blind eyes

indiscriminately interpreting

to the impartial wave

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never submitting their

thought and ideas

to slave trade in

puppet caves of

mindset…

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love waits for nobody

it allows you to be passed on by

less you the diligent with persistence of the competition

when no competition allowed

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love waits and is patient

when lovers finally embraced

in commitment to one another

strength it is in the resolve

of agreements they both make

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love waits in the interpretation

of situations unravelled

of disparities and the fear in these

to see it all the way through

in nurturing it grew

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love sleeps in the calm of its own peace

awakes from the repose in its grace

settles for nothing but that in its vision

continues to give – even in the face of adversity

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love clings tenaciously to its nature

resilience built from years of natural practice

wether deciding to be consciously

or being what it is naturally

it is

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love hugs you

bugs you

scrubs you

holds…

shorn shores shelling sea sand sorcery sardonically

broken bottle
tumbled for 100 years
found it in sifted sand
from feet to the hand
leaving me crying no more
to no slicing of my flesh
but the smoothness of this stone like mass
has me mesmerized in the shape that tickled my skin

and so here it is that i begin
here it is
a time i win
in this face
where found my grin
from ear to ear
another time
not disappeared

another chance, to find one hand in hand
another chance
to enjoy breathing breath
another chance to have more than glance

can U find me a valentine
if just in a nick of time
when too much time passed
and a heart broken
needs a bath
a soak in love
i mean love away from the

shorn shores shelling sea sand sorcery sardonically