Since i cant just plaster the front page with my shit, ill post a few more here. hint - they're not my good ones, they're the ones i dont know if i like, because im not sure whether they make sense- let's see if anyone here jives with them. theyre all from my traveling days ... how i miss them...
The Blossom
My illusion to create was ungiven, but this
once my fingers opened and impossible urge, but this
one fruit granted and tenderly chewed, but this
on the dream went to feel no taste
When the truth was swallowed.
Untitled Ode
Oh shade-enveloped Gaius erect,
who behold in thee the mirror pools of earth an ape,
rear thy willows from the swamp
and catch thy wails from the air,
for liberally firm thou art prone
to believe thyself a thief;
Here, another blanched leaf
to shed a word that God who lies
on a bed, a tear;
Was not the morning bell rung, before
being stolen from dream, allowing its
chime to be revealed, and regret
rooted beneath thy hair unlet
upon a pillow of sodden moss;
Are yet not the architect, the archetype
cradled a prize at the start of a game imagined just
not of man but Gaia, round and square both
around thy nooks like a protozoid freed
for the rhythmic play of gravity;
Is there law or proof besides
that thy face reflect on each imprint
of design a primal hand?
Now the glass is sheathed upon
Me oh my
fingers and lips cannot feel but time pass by
and by that I wish the earth would sing
to me so the year dispersed
would bring back the sand of the first
Sea;
My oh my
sight covered now with a lens
that reveals too much but within
love hiding as the sunlight bends;
Would I
could create an art like to thine,
Poet of the East
five feet of me.
I will of a great tree
I guardian of the villa key
I swim with it held between three teeth.
Roots cleaned of the rot raw iron
steam drops to the ass the river
Plays an anthem for the water of winter
The summer no one swam.
And sank into the origins of No Man's
Land the seed of the mind,
the seed of the skin
Ripplin'
