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My heart, dumb
as a flower
blind as a blade
but with no sharp edges,
only the need
to be

Futile winds blow
through a broken heart
the vessel flawed
it's flow fragmented
cracks wide

Come live in my heart
You'll see I have the rooms
Come live in my heart
You'll see where my love

Heart beat,
seat of the soul,
beat red
and with kindness.
Silphium seed,
weighed down
with

A shirred ripple, heart movements like water.
tiding in, tiding out. a way of talking.

when

Smile on me
With such heartfelt fascination
Let me see
The road to exultation
It's whatever road

True beauty has winged feet
but look beneath the surface
for inner beauty lies deep

Where the

These hills have got me hugging pillows.
Restless I chew a new landscape into cheek,
A shanty to

I'm afraid of letting too many days go by without writing, that I'll forget what it feels like to

Your soul has frozen my friend
I can tell your eyes are as cold as ice
They have rusted like steel

To Ady Maty

At the door of my heart
Deepened you judge
Every reaction and thought
Like a

I was always told to love my hometown,
but does a grown man love his cradle?
Does a man grow fond

I can not resist his voice
To follow him is my only choice
If I could I would be rich
But there

Above that helter-skelter shrill, of children’s yelp,
Outside, somewhere, down the street a bit,
I

Manly Tears.

Oh! How I love those male tears
finer than a plate of oysters

Japanese samurai

Poetic Spirit. Revised

She feels the chafe
the burn of our world,
mixed with her own blood.

Some people ask of the wind/
The demise of the call/
A moments laps between/
Why the bird had to

“I listen to my words but they fall far below,
I let my music take me where my heart wants to

Words bloom and flower
in wild and desolate places.
Float down from snowy skies,
and rise from

Leaning into the Wind.

A strong wind blusters
in from a tempestuous sea.
I watch it playfully

If I should see, what saw in me-see
unbearable pleasures fall
b

We need time to sit in woodland
and let serenity seep into our bones, as we watch
season's brush

There is No Parting .

Across the crowded ballroom
I see your face and two hearts
bloom ,

A ripple of reflection,
and a twist of thought, braids
waves of understanding.

Unimaginably

All is still.
And in the quiet, I feel the air move, in fluid lines,
In and out, and in.
And

Is there a fermenting murmur of the distant heartbeat bells?
Not a ring——- I would not describe it

poetry fails
scratches of the pen
inadequate
yet words trickle
from hearts
sometimes

Close your eyes
Listen to my heart
I caress your hair
And hold my breath.
Stay seconds,

Can't identify the exact moment,
when the crack in the facade began.

Slowly crumbling and

I turn against the night, unthinking, slowly driven mad,
The air is thick with memories, and I in

Beauty starts from within,
In a heart that is pure,
And without sin.
Beauty is an attitude,
Of

If you are in peace with yourself
You can forgive, and be happy!
Love yourself first before

Suddenly there you were,
A tall, dark stranger,
Sexy as well,
What more could a woman ask

I run out of real reasons
And places to hide
My heart began aching
There was no one at my side
I

I prefer values
I prefer to be gentle
I prefer rainy nights
I prefer love for love brings

One summer’s eve in Spain,
I fled through an open window,
Butterflies aflight
In the very pit of

Just like the Sunflower
The rays from her skin
pierces my eyes

Her smell is exactly
as

My soul is lost upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce

Monosynthesis, this raw jazz in sherbet fizzed arteries
Of motorway madness and inarticulated,

In the dripping heart, a dull descant beats:
the ways of ends and means, cross-hatched,
concrete,

Are the motions of her breasts, her feeling?
Do their tender curves tell her tender thought;
Which