Sensual metaphors

sow me

tease me not
with thimble shots
of ten inch thoughts
rainbows of reality
risen
home is
on the range...:)
I am driven with sources beyond
this meat tapping the sower
so please me
next I ride clovered..


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freefall

some apples fall
further from the tree
fruitful in flavor
roots crave
trees tame
seeds swollen
rim returned
 
tree torn

I was one apple who fell further from the tree
and I rolled green face cold
bloody moon overload
satisfied another sunrise was crying
sunrise I did go
in my unthankful bursts of why
I was left unknown
fate cast the unrippened
and it was sown
every dirty word grown
was to be eaten
 
r

rooms of rock
boomers left open
right notes nailed
coffin frozen
music folded
stream free
 
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sense

Working with projections
I have found within
these descriptions
fullness of compassion
a hardiness of spirit
aloneness beyond
my willingness to gather
eyes wet with truth
tears shut my eyes
touch is a refuge
 
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touched

Working with projections
I have found within
these descriptions
fullness of compassion
a hardiness of spirit
aloneness beyond
my willingness to gather
eyes wet with truth
tears shut my eyes
touch is a refuge

I think you could wrap a whole poem around the last line(grin)
 
back at ya...
I was transfered to a very high volume library...working overtime, it just takes
all energy and beach and fishing time and poetry as well...hope to have some vacation time next month....to have fun...how are you and yours as well...bigger hug...blue
 
back at ya...
I was transfered to a very high volume library...working overtime, it just takes
all energy and beach and fishing time and poetry as well...hope to have some vacation time next month....to have fun...how are you and yours as well...bigger hug...blue

If it got any better I'd say I was in heaven or varnia, or narnia (grin)
been busier than a beaver in a flood
but winter has slowed things down,
spring is just around the weekend (grin)
and the fishing poles are strung and ready to write a poem or two.....
......and you???
 
touched the pedals of her flower
embraced her warmth for many hours
gave me love in warm showers
comes the spring and its loving power
 
click

my hair-trigger
synthetic
shatter shells at will
that say my glass is half empty
half full
glass not substance
audio from the meld
on a just slightly
sentient new earth
nascent facilitated

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review

collecting dimes
connecting times
flipping finger rings
once changed
never dance
on appleseeds
or fill your hunger
white rice sanitized
 
just to remember my Apache sister

my Mescalero bff
has many names for things
when I wear green and pink croc flips
I am known as watermelon feet
when she tells her friends about me
I'm book blue
I took a pepperoni pizza for her
and she called the pepperoni
moccasins patches for lack of buffalo meat...
she shops at wallyworld with cards won from
the arcade ....her book and life story is in the
works about her strange history....
I guess I am writing this little reminder for
myself because she is moving to the high
desert mountains in fear of losing her small
goverment checks and she sees an east coast
tidal wave...government default and lots of
future secrets....
I will miss her dearly ...
hope she finds that unearthly buck who
was taken from her so young...
be blessed daughter of the sun...
love you big time...
blue
 
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sole

sometimes
wishes are never danced
sometimes
a stroll is
suddenly
a push
called alone
dancing
sometimes
becomes mind frames
of
wall flowers
withdrawn
rock rolling
silent
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mind fuck

fake me
I'm funny
freely disguised
was your misstep
mine as well
stalemate
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my last job

why do you think

you can control me,

knowng it will

never happen?

HA, I showed you...

find someone else

to do your bidding...

I am gone!
 
solid

mind me mirror
don't make me break you
I can take your sharded
reflections
golden inflections
while stroking silver shafts
uncut
just keep your tip timed
face masked
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the uncouple

don't think me lame
if I don't remember your name
something has altered my perception
singular framed
you became
untangible
distantly different
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