Poetry
I Will Stop Loving You
When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans
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When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans
For myself and perhaps for some others it is all about watching, no, admiring the crystalline examples of intelligence found at times in the shade
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees trace
I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees
I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just
I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight,
In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving
Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I
I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog;
Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
The chalk dissolved on the pavement when the first rains of the year came, Hopscotch trails and stick figures disappearing as the ground turned a
Another night scratching my head as I reach for a pencil. Another night spent torturing words in the mind’s muddied trenches, proving that yes you
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give
Have you ever seen a heart Who has love, unconditional? Have you ever met someone Who has given herself so benevolently? I have.
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