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from each key a flower sprouting?

from each key a flower sprouting?

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Published by lazyriveryogi
These are love poems mostly... Written to various third party's
These are love poems mostly... Written to various third party's

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Published by: lazyriveryogi on Mar 26, 2010
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It sucks to get your appetite upIf all you¶ve got is breadBut when the meal is venice sonThe spices burn the more========================Down an alley there is cold life.The colder still in wine and Paris-- At night while the restless test pavementIn the life, hidden in our alley,The only comfort our souls--and theEternal mantra, the universal drone-- And our hired pit-bull²Moxy--Behind her gates entrenched in victory,Love and lust and the sheer cliffs of history.=================================I try to wrap my words as finely as your skinBut all there is within my effortIs more gossip of your beauty.========================If from each key a flower sproutedI would cut them at their heightIf you smiled when they arrived for youI would type all day and nightIf their deaths should make you sadI'd live amongst the ticks and toadsTossing sticks and stones at heavenFrom our swampy home=====================But if it¶s sloppy to live in wordsIf you'd like me not to bleedFor you I'd settle in the cityThe desert or the sea
To her who I do not knowexcept by graceful form alone.To her of the beige flesh;crimson lips; hair of hemp.To her who twinklesupon the shore,hearing the wavesfor the raps and the roars.To her who I adore morethan the greenest pasturesof God.To her whose smile I'd rather seethan the sun rise tomorrow.To you my Mara,my illusions of freedoms.To you who reminds me of life;melting snow; spring beating.From my cold life as amonk in trees; And my untouched bodynaked and unseen.It is you who I findmusing and breathing.You who I see as allthat is living.You who was borne of a tear of compassion; borne of a lotus; borne of inaction.You who is somehow humanlike me.To you of godly form,eyes wholesome; heart warm.Whose branches are greener than the Garden of Eden.Whose dainty lips aremore seductivethan Aphrodite lusting.«
My darling, I'll dear you,magnums and trees.My Maya, my dream to youa casual love songto you who I do not knowTo you an ecstatic love songOf heat and of hope.----------------------------------------------------My art, my great surrender of faith to.Her hearth great flower burnedInconspicuous little dream surrender is.Her art her voice, her dream saying isForgotten flesh--mine--hers--anyone is. A premature rose for your longstanding wishIn the sun ice is melting And I¶m nothing not thisI¶ve given up greed And infatuation with desireBut for every mile I¶ve passed A pure while with you I¶ve missedI will give you what is mineTo show you that I¶m tryingBut I¶ve given up on lying, and writingIs only the writhing that reminds me--Your pure smile I¶ve missedI am not this, other than thisNot both or neither I proceed with love And no fear can touch the sparkThat inspired me to writeTo you At the emergence of your sightThat is not you, other than youNot both or neither Just a collision of objectsFinely tuned for songGravity from the gardenTo the rose on your lawn

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