Thinking Out Loud

I can only speak one language You can speak maybe three or five, I admire that. Sometimes I hear you talking. Speaking to another In French or Spanish or Italian; I love that! Thinking out loud. I wish my brain  Could speak like you In more than one language; In a voice I never heard. There is an art To say, “I love you” In more than one way. There are two or more words They say, To the meanings of everything, There is more than one understanding In this world of speaking.  More languages  Than anyone could  Ever imagine.  … Continue reading Thinking Out Loud

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Object Of Affection

Intoxicatingly lingering With the deep impact of life. It is he that still hears me, A voice never forgetting. You come with a resiliency It never trembles, We are the ones who love For what other reason Than to love. For else is to be forgiven. Its the object of love becoming In the adulation of our affection, An allegiance of amour, In appreciation undeniably. This is our awaking soon It’s an ardency, ardor, An attachment, cherishing, My crush of delight. You have my devotedness, My devotion and emotion, And this life of enchantment, Like life into the womb This … Continue reading Object Of Affection

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Harrowing Fields

To set the harrowing field The implement for breaking up  Of old ways; an old soil to be reclaimed; It’s smoothing out of the surface Of new things brought forth.  In this way it is distinct  Harrowing has its effect, like a plough  That is used for deep tillage Harrowing the field.  It is the making over of a rough finish;  The purpose is to break up clods, Remaking lumps of soil  To provide a finer finish,  A better structure, Suitable for the greater good.  It it a removing of the weeds It is Planting and replanting, Covering the seed … Continue reading Harrowing Fields

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About Translation 

I bend my mind below, Longing to hear your songs.  It is where we reclaim it back;  That is what you teach.  You are my ecstasy,  My reason for being Returning to me, With the anticipation  Of life and love.  And above all; I believe in you, That this is that place;  Where nothing can stop the art, Nor the artist; this gift of creating.  We will live this life  And all that we imagined.  No one can stop one’s will From harrowing wounds; And distress though it maybe great, Is not yours, but it is others.  All I do, … Continue reading About Translation 

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About Dandelions 

It’s about that hollow above your heart That caving in your chest, A hand that is always gentle, Maybe you think I’m something fragile, Perhaps something worth keeping intact To be that someone you’d protect. The dandelion breath has been blown, To go from coast to coast to find it One who gives you a hand, To know distance does not exist, It’s a distracting of all other thought And to know all else is void, As long as you are beside me, To know that someone is you… Still believes in me. Continue reading About Dandelions 

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Midst of the Morning

   We woke up this morning to find our beautiful hibiscus in full bloom. There has been none since Christmas. But somehow it knew this was the day. J took the photo this morning. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. It was like it was just singing to me; reminded me of one of his songs. I love that.  The gentle hibiscus, A sweet scent of the morning  So entrenched in the beautiful  Satiny smooth whispers  Softly spoken vignette.  In the amber of the sun, Warm, rubescent rays  So scintillating in my window.  Lips so quiescent  Like a melody so … Continue reading Midst of the Morning

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