The stream (all workshops)
text me with your fingertip
your filed shorn smooth little nail
drawing water beads apart
on the old mirror
take your Midol and drip toothpaste
from the frosted steam kissed lips
leaning hips against the warm
counter the cold sink edge
the drain swirls away
the night fog
hair spray makes the coif settle
and perfume on all
temporal points of landscape
The plains the little mountians
the lush valley
Treat you and cure you WUJANTO….
Treat by partly exposed for preventions. Treat our china tyrants acute durations by plots will need the help of his wife. First in views is he do not hope to kill his own wife.
All at once is to put away WUJANTO guns and send away all his pawns. Then by ways WUJANTO is criticize as bad as he likely had in normal.
Thus give WUJANTO a chance to miff without killing.
Final step give back WUJANTO his guns and follower men.
I whisper you name
Am I so mad to feel
Those touches of long ago
I have taken your ways
moulded them to mine
will you feel it in time
I become angry at this space
Empty hands, a tender heart
tender thoughts miles apart
Each day I build a bridge
there in my mind where I lay
with you along side my form
Wishing to have been born
On another shore it is sad
My thoughts walk those shores
I have in my stupidity
Had chances given to me
By others as I journeyed so
whisper to me in dark places,
unshackling my mute form
revive the thousand voices,
I have sustained in a forever
unspoken and formless
so as to be forgotten,
it was in a night-scape,
the void of sound
negated speech
I break into flight,
with an oath choking
on my first cry
I drift on the hair of my nape,
as the weave of my cloth
spirals, for a moment
as gums bleed out
the rhythm in my shade, refrains
thou makest me feel
indispensable
maybe ,indisposable
may, what else
ingarbageable
but I'm glad many Neopoets follow you
and
the stamp of
free verse
which
is no curse
let it rest about my shoulders,
we are all trained to carry heavy boulders,
the Taj Mahal wouldn't have ever been built
unless guys like you and I
weren’t made to
under the over weights
be killed
Torch..
Mantle sealed is tiger stamps.
All infringe are tyrants tanks.
Full in blasts are tyrants’ forces.
China tyrant fires as torch.
Torch is bad and torch is mad.
Baths and combs are monkey heads.
Laagers tents are fail but safe.
Empty talks with sins are faith.
Faithless royal P.L.A. come.
Funny farms have funny counts.
Waves aside are china faith.
Baffle gaps are china says.
collide my accelerator
and activate me
Flash me
this fuller respite
torn from the grasp
the jagged fingers of joy
Phoenix style
from the ashes
rising
Love fused
silica paragraphs
fall black chapters
hapless release
in slipstream
torment
( fuselage nose art...."Celestial Mermaid" )
He crept up on me
slowly
played my strings
tenderly
lowered walls
gingerly
built trust
persistently
teased me
constantly
praised me
loudly
I love him
unconditionally
I watch as twilight
creeps over the Brothers,
stars re-birth
beckoning over
mountains
a shimmering black mantel
conceals Azimuth,
her seductive ebony lips
slide,
over the lamp
A visage of ivory
looks upon earth, drifting
shadow to shadow
passing as a will-o-wisp
of ebony vistas,
always out of reach
still,
the Horizon
mesmerizes me,
ebony lips and a mantel
of seduction,
rolls with reverence effaced,
Azimuth’s arms await,
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