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the watcherssometimes I watch
the moon
over the emptiness

~

sometimes the moon
watches me
over the emptiness

~~

sometimes the emptiness
watches over me
and the moon

just

you can't adequately
write about water
circles in the pond
during rain. just
watch. just listen.
just.

letters, oh heartdear merlot,

together we have
taken on the written
wave--

somehow, my heart
thought it was a
third wheel
and my time with you

must be moderated.
what an affair
my heart has created
for her sake alone.

dear heart,

you win again. you
always do, and
yet still

do you threaten
me with wild beats
and worse,
what you did last time,
that we shall not
mention now.

dear chocolate,

our time apart has helped
me to realise you
were never what you seemed.
promises, oh
you dark horse. sugar,
I can live without
your rush.

dear cigarettes,

we were over many years ago,
yet I want to warn you
to keep away from my frien

betweenessin between the words, (the chasm: inner space and outer space)
between the lines and letters, (thusly close to chaos)
lie entire worlds. (imagine images, an iris to ideas)

learnwisdom comes in fly-byes
astonished, it is easier
to take in

what is this song?true-it sings the bird
I am in half light
true-it sings the bird
I am in half flight
true-it, true-it

untoldcan I tell you about
cherry blossoms? no.
my heart just breaks again

hazy moonlast night's moon was hazy
how confusing,
sometimes the moon
it would seem,
is simply reflecting me

oceanheart breaks
in the wave
of itself

take one
step back
up

behind heart
is the whole
ocean

of heart
wave by wave
1 to

? billion
waves
in the ocean

of this
heart
breaking

circlemaybe in the end
there is nothing
except beginning

Obscuredlike the moon
she shows
parts of herself

church across the road(1)
the day the seagulls
congregated on
the church roof

the sun shone
they basked
a silent choir

(2)
a stranger sits
back to the church wall
no shoes

later, rain
the wall is empty
and the stranger?

a lover's observations.when you asked me to define love,
i answered with this.

love is
i. a collection of sighs
strung together
by remembered dreams
and rapid heartbeats

ii. fingertips on knuckles
and the hugging of thumbs

iii. making silverware
on the mattress
in the company of the stars

iv. exchanging dialogue
with our mouths shut
and our eyes open

v. cheekbones and crow's feet

vi. turning every what if
into a reality
when i asked you to describe love,
you took the answer from my mouth
with your lips.

Before You HowledI had forgotten for so long why I sang,
so many, my song turned into tumbled
bedsheets, bodies strewn,
nectar of a kiss overdone.

The lonely hoot low and languished,
I loved, My Love, I loved strong
and solid, the hollow notes,
the lonesome bones.

Crow, she came and whispered in my ear,
said your song is lovely dear,
take a feather from my wing, we beat
somewhat the same.

But the song, it was the same,
beneath the shadow of the bat, as
the love of a man
I nearly slew.

When she would call, month's later
the chiming at my ear, o' my heart
my little heart,
I heard her and she was me,

and I, without us, her little
black wing

How to Deal with a Broken Heart? my heart
is going
to bootcamp

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of substance and essence

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Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

you want to figure it out?
your mind is a ghost,
sincerely. it is whispers

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