Sensual metaphors

empty

a folk diamond
picks pieces from the past
and plucks a
future cast
by man's mandolin vibrating
come to me...
dust to dust the "I"
gathers each sound
silently breathing
now
We run
without words
 
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Sun Trill

A folk diamond
picks pieces from the past
and plucks a
future cast
by man's mandolin vibrating,
"come to me".
Dust to dust the "I"
gathers each sound
silently breathing,
lets run
without words
clarion clear

for Terry..and his music heart...
 
at the movies

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if I place my words of desire
in the source of this Popsicle attraction
would my temperature rise
in your popcorn chain of reaction
would you melt my mind with
your buttery satisfaction
while I drip cherry syrup softened
words solidified
 
way back

timeless


always they say
there were times when
and then the I gets involved
while the we stands still
waiting for a fortune teller....
me
I play with the ONE
who
stacked the deck..
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the beat...

be you
be a missionary in a belief field
be your puppet self
I am that I am
my soul
my name
is
drumroll...
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Fixed Wing

For heaven to know the all of “me”,
butterfly and dragonfly, ill-fated, “I” be,
flying half winged in your apple tree.

Blossoms to fruit in seeded time,
down cidered sipped roots “I” do unwind
enjoined in harmony chakra blind,
fidelity raised.

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Fixed Wing

at 4 in the morn..I was writing this poem in my sleep and I thank major tom
for the change...sometimes the I can't see clearly through the trees...mt...you
always stand in the gap...blue

For heaven to know the all of “me”,
butterfly and dragonfly, ill-fated, “I” be,
flying half winged in your apple tree.

Blossoms to fruit in seeded time,
down cidered sipped roots “I” shall decline
enjoined in harmony chakra blind,
fidelity rivalry risen.



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you’ve become like a seance
rattling under my bed
calling me up with your totem talk
multidimensional dead
your slight of hand possesses me
like harry houdini read
so stroke the circles of my blue
immortality bled
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crops

there is
east of eden
where the rasberry man
won't eat turnips
and neither will I
and oh how the sweet
berries grow
where the greens
taste blueberry fields
forever...
 
one of

say farewell
to six times six saturdays
seven sinned sundays
along with pieced together
weeks of give us five
cowork us no more
we found our four lear clover
in sequenced cracks
of memory blocks removed
unity identified
 
madness

lush shades of twilght
unfurl ghostly thoughts
balance becomes absurd
in odd predictability
moon joker laughing
who will remain watching
as the crowd tears
and the one remains
silent
 
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truth bound

a thought cradle in
eyes blinking lullaby music
I think I am sound
and I think I am vibration seen
 
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white picket fence woman

He only held the hem
of her prayer
an interlude mixed in
myth and mist
promising health and happiness
but she a sigh gathering with
the bloody profit streets
was prosperity riven
 
white picket fence woman

He only held the hem
of her prayer
an interlude mixed in
myth and mist
promising health and happiness
she a silent sigh gathering with
the bloody profit streets
was prosperity riven
he was a slice of her
golden calf given
screaming save me

a tale to be continued
 
her white picket fence evolution

He only held the hem
of her prayer
an interlude mixed in
myth and mist
promising health and happiness
she a silent sigh gathering with
the bloody profit streets
was prosperity riven
he held a slice of her
golden calf given
and he watched as his
flock wantonly driven
painted white walls of home
location stone sold


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cup of tea

I know you taste me when you drink
I know you watch me in your wink
but, I don't know the reason
why you think me unknown
tea leaf drifting
smoke exposed
 
Me

sometimes a poem
sometimes a song
my do over is some times wrong
Do I weep or sigh
I cry
No my mind replies
I just love to dance
 
hum

watching..
the what if slays me
remembering
the wake up
arouses me
I hide in the what ifs
just to gain control
 
sunny

burned your candy scented candles
it was grey smoke
now...
the sweet smoke of reason
clears my eyes
mind in twilight
heart in sunshine
 
signs

unblend this soulmate sphere
shed this sex of form
seen as soullessness
poet sound of mind
non-answered
speaks self animated...
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i like lingerie,
long hair and makeup,
pink lace and sheer bras

the smell of perfume,
swirling in the air,
inviting attention

the feel of high heels
and silk stockings
clinging sinuously

to garter belts,
garnishing waistlines
framing sweet derriere

but more i realized,
on me
than on you
 
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