You on Your Native Soil


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I bring you flowers/
Invisible spiritual flowers
They hold on to colors of Bliss
Like nothing else, perhaps jewels
They stack, with the investment of years

You had your father’s eyes/
You’ve got my flowers, forever
No matter what happens, between us
You’ll carry the strongest legacy

The most beautiful smiles/
In your children, so be it
I’ll bring you flowers, for the rest
Of our private Eternity
They were moments we
Had nothing truly, but each other

Spring is starting again, I can feel/
It in your womb, the way you itch
For nests, admiring tulips
Your grandfathers passed recently
They did all they could to demonstrate
To posterity, their families, their acts
Were like demonstrations,

To the little lovely young girl names/
That we sometimes talk about
Before bed, I’ll bring you baby-names
In your dreams, wet with the water
Of budding gardens, grand tomorrows.

Many a Bard’s Untimely Gifts


My heart is what it was before
A place that treasures from afar
To mirror goodness, with dreamy ambiguity
I have no sense, but alms of love

I am internal spring, in all four seasons
I water love and it turns south
A stomping ground for weary travelers
My heart is what it was before

I light the lamp and lay the cloth
For picnics with Beloveds, some of whom
Leave before they take a bite
I loved the beggars that I fed

Because I knew what it meant, to be hungry
I set a bowl before their step, and cherished
Them, before they found greener fields
I watched them prosper, and hint at leaving

I scattered crumbs for their departure
My heart is what it was before
The guarding source, the smile that saves
I know the coming and the going, intimately

Of seasons and lovers and friends
People seek plots to flourish forever
My heart was not built to last forever
It was made to scream to God, enjoy nature’s fruit.

It Was a Quiet Way


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I am a soul at the white heat of time
My spirit the symbol of the finer forge
That loves more the blaze

Of designated light, than the forms
That trickle here, trickle there
I am the last body of the village of paradise

A generation baptized by universal themes
One port from a billion destinations
The frequency of the architect-gardener

I’ve been to Heaven’s ruby paths
Swam in her dawn-oceans of blazing dew
I felt the charity of atoms, and smiled

At the qbits of smart destinies
My last refuge was the diamond snow
That saw everything as a gift of life.

Chronicle of Comet-Like-Jewel Eyes


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I am alive with lucid memories
That are mere moments
Of my future, ribboned sequences
Of the pure enactment of miracles
The little crazy buzz
Of kindness, the gift of giving

The altruism principle, in full bloom
Flowering of big-sky belonging
I am alive with the joy-in-chaos
Of hours stretched to the bottom
Of every corner, every error, deployed
Like sentinels of the state-of-wonder

Fresh like cinnamon roses-buds
Moving colors of wispy vanilla
Chocolate resplendent autumns
I am alive to the best of the world
Where harvests come from strange occurrences
And accidents lead me to love

The old jewel box by the side of the road
Where you smiled at me
And changed me forever.