Archive for December, 2012

chhi wu wen traveled explosions west

mongol hordes conquer and swarm,

genoese sailed and visiting  maffeo saw

took it to his home,

seeds of destruction, causation of war,

power  and inconsideration,

the ability to detonate,

arbitration’s and negotiations

no longer needed,

seen to be words drawn out

paper and conversation,

song dynasty powder

textured and coarse,

limber minds sought and put it

to many a purpose,

cycles of war and invasion born,

and as our history we look back

at what was hope that brought

danger,

and it lessens our comfort here

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linnaeus said i was of the breast,

mammal,

others said

homunculus being of man,

i am structure labels and description

hominid not pongid,

erect bipedal classified and arranged

my own name of inconsequence

i am myself living with fossil ancestors,

last of a kind,

pan troglodytes and pan paniscus

my shadow shape and form,

pan feeder and fertility

of these as much as well

not so much as a deity

but origin being

vessel of twenty three chromosomes

and passion to extend the lineage,

being morphologically  comparable

to those of saggital crest,

linnaeus believed in sex and the line

as with his botanica

sexual with bridal beds

as perfumed and scented as passion be

now a dancing self deity

procreation and self extension,

finding the mate

passion raw astounding the stars

grunts of elemental exhaustion

a galaxy of cellular construction

swirl compete and fertilize,

i am mammal

feeder of the breast natures nurturer

and wonder of flesh

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Merry Christmas to all my friends and blog followers thank you for all your comments and support i really appreciate all of you and if you read this in passing on a blog voyage you are always welcome love to all , all the best and enjoy

she put her hand upon his chest,

felt the movement

something inside,

beneath flesh wrapping

and bone protection,

a beating heart

gift wrapped in his  warmth

love and security,

it was for her,

tatooed hallmark

her name imprinted

seared as a lasting impression,

to her touch

it revealed a long and

future life,

of happiness and

everyday happenings,

lost socks and incidental kisses,

that was all she needed

an aortic ruby,

wrapped in the one gift

she loved

life

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white snow, bright snow

raw to eyes and heart,

last night she fell asleep,

by morning he was gone,

note now twisted on table

next to coffee pot,

with little explanation

a cowardly run,

stood on porch

looking to the furthest point,

snow blended landscape

so that it looked the same,

tears held back,

for something in the light

told her

it would get better now

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Posted: December 22, 2012 in Uncategorized

J Taylor is very talented

i stood where i started from

listening to envy greed and lust,

my throat a weight unfreshened

refused to sing along,

echo around the laundromat

radio splashed it’s autumn gold,

in front of machine

behind me things i will never see,

thrum of rolling drum comforts,

hardship would one day

strike me to the grave,

for now though dead has life,

cool evening passing

food would be another sacred handout,

vinyl abstract floor

with cycle nearly done,

i had a book with words

your last fingers wrote,

the answer had been

when i kissed your hair

you a shining strip torn from me

an accident occupying a seconds space

my frenzied heart and hands

gave last touch,

before ambulance came,

now folding clothes softly

you are in me again

my sight is not wearied out,

and i will go

i must sleep

but only as a stone would

as dreams do not gather

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