“There is poetry, which, as you know, is complex; and manifold. All creation or passage of non-being into being is poetry or making, and the processes of all art are creative; and the masters of arts are all poets or makers.” -Plato:Symposim
from intro to : Real Alchemy: A Primer of Practical Alchemy Paperback by Robert Allen Bartlett
o’ how ‘pon divine eye jewels thine i dine
beauty is thee Isis eyes, i sees itself beauty in echo
magic mirror eyes muse magnetic
eye muse you one tune, love
moonlit mind swims hypnotic sun paint she is
she fluorescent rain solara incantata,
masquerade mascara jade
o’ Spiral Eyes you whisper fibonacci wind dreams
fly midnight river, silver drip one starmaze for she
singe keys in swirl type, dance fire fingers twinkle eyes
dance cosmetic lyric cosmic poetics
we eclipse breathe elysium echo in iris crystals
of ancient suns and sapphire winds she is
rose drip nectar tulips, she melt moon fire
in chrome sunsets she pirouettes
on white shores Venus sands, Isis dance
soul portal love true eyes rain on You
swim fire wings in sugary amethyst eyes
cherry serenade my blue veil Nightingale bright
drink sweet lips, my spirit rain
crystal fountain chalice falls
o’ sweet syrup eyes concerto,
thine embers glow butterfly music!
implore i, sweet sparrow in swoon,
what magic implanted stars behind thy eyes
and upon when did you swallow the moon?
∞
beauty in lyric mirror reflect she?
nay, apple eye moon eclipse
lyric sink ‘neath she radiant butterfly fire
lyric. abstraction. nothingness.
words full fancy Keats banquet? emptiness.
lyric celestial magic Gibran mad love? nothingness
dream tea sonnet midnight heart Rumi? abyss
pitch script. ash. fire wolves devour large
what say lyric of she, divine Beauty?
capture fail essence. foil. nothingness
linguistic larble. label. letters. void
verbal dribble stutter drip. mute
eye o’echo eclipse mirror moon
love burn eternal molten heart one
amorphesa celexa solara amore aeternum
“I’ve been sending you signals
But my signals have never been seen
I’ve been writing you letters
But those letters never leave me
I bought you a couple of presents
But they sit in the corner unwrapped
I just can’t bring myself to fruition
I can’t close this permanent gap
How can I let you forget me?
If you don’t even know me already?
My name doesn’t change very often
But it’s never been Don and Sherri
“THOU fair-hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover’d with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!”
Love, love mmm…
I told y’all
We would be the band to play it.
My ghetto butterfly flew away from me.
I wait patiently, by windows and doorsteps.
Play, make believe, as my tears, poor chest,
won’t succeed to breathe, if not to hear of you.
Surely there has never been a shade so blue.
A stank attitude, so not mad at you.
Not a magnitude to encompass the latitude
of my love for you.
No space and time compatible.
What do I have to do? What do I have to do?
Uh..my friends say I got it bad for you.
I do. But there’s nothing in this world I’d rather do,
but you.
I want to make love to your existence,
drenched in colors of your energy,
then masturbate to the memories.
I wanna lose myself inside yourself…
Until you find me. Confine me,
to the freedom of your prison.
Exist in the same space, same time.
Combine until your thoughts slow grind with mine.[3x]
My, I wanna drink the sweat of your intellect,
reflect, and watch your light passion walk my neck.
Caress the sights of your presence with no question,
undress to the nakedness of love, pure love.
I want to make love to my soulmate… my soulmate…
make love to my soulmate…my soulmate…
make love to my soulmate, uh shit…
I wonder, how does it feel to make love to your soulmate.
Kind of like writing poetry till climax,
till the point and place where space and time match.
Can we cross the line, perhaps tell me would you like that.
Now would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me?
I’m gonna ask you again now, tell me..
Would you like that, tell me would you like that,
now would you like that, tell me would you like that,
would you like that, tell me..
I wanna love you more than madly.
Wrap these legs around your words,
until your speech is straddled deep, gladly.
Swim the currents of your vibrations,
be separate in one
with the same meditation..
Uh the same meditation..
Uh you know what..
This, right here is poetry..
If love..
If love had a sound
this would be that sound.
And we,
well we,
We would be the band to play it.
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
with unreality
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that september afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! too soon!
~Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Just saw this post on FB today. How apropos
“My dear heart never think you are better than others. Listen to their sorrows with compassion. If you want peace, don’t harbour bad thoughts do not gossip and don’t teach what you do not know.”
