strange, this
offering up words
yourself, in parts
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staying inspired
words and water
 
on giving your
self
over
to the moment
dropping deep down
into that endless
ocean
splish-splash
no, I wasn’t taking a bath
and it’s Monday evening
a sudden rush of
words and water
rolling off the tips
of several tongues
I speak
to myself
and others
aloud
in the quiet
to the other
that insists, insists
me, moi
moi-même, I
ay, ay
the famous Greek
“outshouting seas”
and again
snatches
bites of words
maybe wisdom
drip-dropping
flip-flopping
hip-hopping
and there it goes
an entire video music awards
that shows
such roll of song
(it’s sad, isn’t it
how that space for music
no longer is a home of song)
anyway.
every way
time, space
written monuments to bad taste
that glue themselves to your memory
slipping out suddenly
in cravings for sticky-sweetness
whispered kisses, ma chèries
another time, really
leave me be
I need to write this
I need to see.
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like oxygen
there is no crime in compassion
no weakness in genuine
gentleness
though one must use one’s head
(pearls before swine and all that).
many stop short of acts of kindness
for fear of appearing
ridiculous.
that is a pity.
so many are lost in loneliness
because loving deeds are left undone
kind words left unsaid
and letters written
then tossed aside
left for dead.
this is a pity.
we must love to live
a life worth living
love is like oxygen.
so be ridiculous –
every now and then
be your absolute
self
the one we’re taught to
hide and deny
that part that is
our inner child:
surprisingly insightful
innocently tender and kind.
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overflow
lay me down
accept this offering
two to the one beyond
what is thought to be known
where grace is given
where light is hidden
amongst stars
legion
dusted on the endless black
lay me down
let the only sound
ring beyond all
that is known to one
and another
where time is no more
than the essence
flowing over
lapping on the shore
of all our senses, one
giving, living
knowing
one to all, all to one
like water flowing
glowing, bright
curved against the diamond black
breaking the rays
of the brightest sun
our morning star.
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