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Nestled in her heart
I wander
with feet in two worlds
I wonder
tilling the soil, swinging my scythe
Her spell is cast
there is no turning back
Nowhere to go
you appear again
and again
roiling like a winged creature
in a windstorm
Elation elevates all around
giving birth
If love must be an image
I can think of nothing greater

How much longer will I remain a fool
thinking life will get any better?
Always and remaining more effort than reward
Joy is temporary while pain lingers
Is one worth the other?
How much effort much I exert to care?

She brings home
the Goodlife Recipe
and accuses me
of being deluded
I laugh and thank her
I could remain here
eternity is just a word
If love must be
an image
I can think of
nothing greater
I sit watching her
struggle

In no particular point
roiling like a winged creature
a laughing flower prevails
Elation elevates all around
pain abounds giving birth
She sees that which no other may touch
She knows not that which all others crave
Awakening brings awaiting spilling azure
sprite nymphs greet gnomes obscured
Nestled in her heart I wander
flitting about blazing clamoring
with feet in both worlds
lazing thankful
She allows the wandering
in her presence
Is there any love in radical politician heart
I wonder tilling the soil
swinging my scythe pounding my hammer
Her spell is cast
there is no turning back
the intellect will never realize
that which is beyond
She resides

In no particular point
roiling like a winged
creature in a windstorm
silly as a goose
a laughing flower prevails
Elation elevates
all around
pain abounds
giving birth
To impact
is to alter
in rhythm
Nowhere to go
you appear again
and again
She sees
that which
no other
may touch
She knows not
that which
all others
crave
Awakening brings
awaiting spilling
azure
sprite nymphs
greet gnomes
obscured by
Champion
Nestled in her heart
I wander flitting about
blazing clamoring
with feet in two worlds
lazing thankful
She allows
the wandering
in her presence
Is there any love
in a radical
politician's heart?
I wonder
tilling
the soil
swinging
my scythe
pounding
my hammer
Her spell
is cast
There is
no turning
back
The intellect
will never
realize
that which
is beyond
She resides

What do I have
to lose?
What do I have
to gain?
I celebrate my life
reluctantly
while Shiva claims
another
I will forever
remember this
as the time
Mistress of Metaphor
passed into Great Beyond
Fingers no longer snap
Daddy-O trims his beard
Kerouac's step-daughter
grooves in Third Bardo
Beat skips a beat
Beatitude must stop
and question itself
Silence separating sound
shifts rhythm atonal
What is the Poet
left to proselytize?
Where is the New
Metaphor?
Good Earth's
axis tilts, unnoticed
until it cracks open
and swallows all

Regression is impossible
stagnation even less
Nowhere to turn
nothing to learn
Unimaginable
reigns

When I met you
I met love
I saw nothing
before your
gentle grace
Although we do not
rest side-by-side
I reside in your heart
Circumstances
tore us apart
brought us together
This awakening
dispelled much
that I am
still learning
She pleases
herself
What do you do
when your dreams
are shattered
The Tower struck down
with bones creaking
and a soul
asunder

What is my product?
What do I have to offer?
The existential angst beckons me
I have no choice
What appears, appears
Bless it
It contains joy to cherish

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What do you do
when your dreams
are shattered
Tower struck down
with bones creaking
and a soul asunder

Must love be consummated
for anyones approval
Love stands on its own
it pervades permeates and laughs
at its pleasure, you know
why not pick a point
be aware awaken
There is nowhere else to go
there is nowhere Love is not
Image reigns
You have taken
now you must give
that is nature
a branch falling
in autumn
crushes all
in its path

I celebrate my life, reluctantly
while Shiva claims another
I will forever remember this
as the time Mistress of Metaphor
passed into Great Beyond
Fingers no longer snap
Daddy-o trims his beard
Kerouac's step-daughter
grooves in Third Bardo
Beat skips a beat
Beatitude must stop
and question itself
Silence separating sound
shifts rhythm atonal
What is the Poet
left to proselytize?
Where is the New Metaphor?
Good Earth's
axis tilts, unnoticed
until it cracks open
and swallows all
that runs
hither and yon
chaotically
Life consumes itself
to maintain itself
This rhythm will
never stop

A concept
without emotion
is fundamentally
incomplete
and base
When your pursuit of happiness
interferes, hinders or depresses
my pursuit of happiness
I must object, question
and connive
with all of my
irrational imagery
designed to confound
Liberty means I am
free to die
melt into the dream-void
conquer through surrendering
I am not here to please another
I am here to serve another
This does not mean
manufacture a product
a false world, so that
another may profit
unaware and decaying
I must ask
Have I ever enjoyed living?
Have I ever been alive?

Ti Sa
I miss you so much
you are among
the few
who cannot be tamed
by neither
the conventional
nor the inconceivable
You jostled with Ta Mo
and endured
that which
must be done

Everyone suffers
Everyone has a secret
It's all confetti

divine insight
freely given
seek not light
expose darkness
fall away
no connection

I have abandoned my three noble goals
I will never see satisfaction as I have imagined it to be
I continue to pass through a transitory world
Pleasure is fleeting, an empty experience
Love is beyond my grasp, truncated and
seeped in the sadness of eternal unfulfillment
I live only for those who need me most
This cannot be measured by the scale
of success and failure
This requires no palace, no method of conveyance
and no idealism

I miss you so much, Ti Sa
Your strength, lofty and aflame
sustained me
You are among the few
who cannot be tamed
by neither
the conventional nor
the inconceivable
You jostled with Ta Mo
and endured
that which
must be done
Is it time to wonder
where you have gone?