There is only one truth
It is your truth
The moment you think it
The instant you speak it
It cannot be my truth
However I might try
To steal it or utter it
Love is such a truth
A truth for you to reconcile
Each moment
By each reconciled moment
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
Monday, 1 April 2013
Fissures
She takes me as close as I have ever been to being there
In sight of her voice I have the same sense of anxiety as seeing her
Female and fleeting discourse she sidelines the midnight air
Setting the course, turning the sextant, I feel her stare
She takes me as close as ever I've been to being there
I resume, consumed, subsume the particulate of her bearings
Of her lunar landscapes, of her inner tune
The flumes of her fjords gorge me
With their plutonium tinged, seraphim crests
I am beset, heterosexuality is rampant
It rises in me to turn the frets and the regrets aside, to put asunder
I take her, as close as she has ever been to being there
Helpless, without choice, I have the nocturnal habits of pleasing her
Masculine and handsome the source is wilful in fulfilling its share
Such resource that rallies and rails as one turns to the guiding flare
I take her, as close as ever she's been to being there
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Sunday, 31 March 2013
Least known or unknown address
Valedictory eyes
Purple gaze on to no one
A precursor to the past people
Of my present premonition
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Saturday, 30 March 2013
Unusually I am keeping going
I am on my way
To somewhere of little interest
I keep going
For something usual may occur
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Friday, 29 March 2013
Fundamental
To superficially soak
In the stupendous stupor
Of not even half understanding
The weighty tome before me
With style, form, scholarly
Vocabulary; a resonant
Ambiguity holds me transfixed
By its inadmissible beauty
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