you wake as princess, crowned a queen, with softest smile of swan in lean, and though you know your color, clean, you glow as gold to brighten dreams,
Posts published in “Year: 2006”
even when she’s sad, or crying, she smiles,
and her smile gives to me all the words she wants/she needs to hear, and i reword/arrange them so she can smile away those tears.
and the funny part is, i cry more than she does, and she doesn’t even seem to mind at all, though i wouldn’t doubt she laughs from time to time, or thinks my actions silly, as she’s perfectly fine to.
and yes, i do worry.. that she may not want me in my fumbling, feminine state, but she’s been with me through this so many times, i doubt she doesn’t care, more than worries about my face
she allows me to fly around, keeping me tethered, so she, too, can enjoy, as she is the flyer of i, her kite
and so i won’t go off and be lost, again,
but she’s always there, waiting for me,
and she knows i’ll always return for her.
even when she’s sad, or crying, she smiles,
and her smile gives to me all the words she wants/she needs to hear, and i reword/arrange them so she can smile through those tears.
twist off this head and, with your hook, sharp-turned, dip into these cages, pulling with your bait a heart no-more a muscle, weakened, beating as a lipped fish
Within the tri-fold droplets of a sideways rain, a world, encompassed, travels as would trains– trackings, from station/o’er the cars, to rose of wild shakings, breaking/splitting parsed as passers from/on far
we are as the branches, seeded
to length of limbs, with leaves,
and though we fall, we wilt, we see
our fellows lie or wave to be
as fallen, raised, or swaying, we
are as beacon, pulse, strength
or weak, held in arm, in love of The
There were three siblings of Mormyrid,
a fam’ly nigh you’ll’ve seen;
Staunch in stance were they, these three,
a bubbling of a stream.
When asked what way they kiss,
one said, so slight,
as fear they’d might, but miss,
if wait holds long a night, good-kiss,
while others, wanting, cite
a stranger, swift in-tight to this;
yet one of two, who say they’d choose,
holds to host, as well past due,
shifting frame to window, scene
opened in a view by dream;
while third in last holds fast their heart,
having beat-drawn flight kept in spark
known in lip-sealed secret, ne’r from to-part
There were three siblings of Mormyrid,
a fam’ly ne’r you’ seen,
Staunch in stance were they, these three,
a bubbling of a stream.
When asked what way they kiss,
one said, so slight,
as fear they’d miss, but might,
if wait draws long, a kiss goodnight;
while others ‘cite
a wanting: stranger, swift but tight;
yet one says they’d choose,
a host, in-come
as well past due,
pointing to the window, open’d,
glassy, a scene as seen alone, by view;
while third, in last, holds fast their heart,
by having beat-drawn flight kept spark
as lipped & sealed a lover’s secret
originals of the Mormyrid. they don’t keep their tenses.
There were three siblings of Mormyrid,
a fam’ly nigh you’l’ve seen.
Stance was staunch in they, these electric three,
from bubbling in a stream.
When asked what way they’d kiss,
one said, of slight, they’d likely miss,
in fear of sight or grow’ of cyst,
as loosened draws a tight to this.
Other, wanting, ‘scribed of stranger,
swift in task, a pose of danger,
drawing scene, a dream, of window, hanger,
hastened to by call of anchor.
Third held highest heart, their fasting beat,
drawn of flight, a spark in keep,
to be, lips know, as strong, but meek,
for wait is worth more than who may seek.
“yes. what is time? what is time, but a fubbling of the mind, a celebration of the world, a droughting of the one for respect and acknowledgement of the other?”
“yes. and, yet, time supplies you means of knowing time exists, as with all of these, and more, as yet found-not or willed, as-so-yet, to-be.”