whole world on a love For the world For the whole world I feel while i love Love everybody in how i listen, i return to them their love they give I'm all for love And with you Only you I feel you receive my love Because i receive yours And they are one in the same And why else the whole
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Red Red Red Rose (Robert Burns inspired), in love O my Luv - red, red, red rose. Who rose sprung in June, O my Luv - melody in we So sweetly play'd our tune As fair as art thou, my bonie lass, So deeply in Luv I am And forever now i love you into eternity ∞ ♥️
Murakami A short story from the perspective of a streetcat. Murakami is a streetcat. Murakami (1)
Let This Be Love
Poem 1 Micheal asked me are you more afraid For having not read Than having read And i Would send me Fearless Into the formless former Of poetry Seeing myself bleed Crimson and gold and blue Just to be Prince of the muses Just to be a moment eternal Just to be Poem 2 My poems Are
Venetian Snares Sound waves ripple Step up the outside thought, somber touch to the imprint Lady in gold and clamor of the child Wild scales our hands own No, own us this sound Bring us the beauty, bring us the glitter of ideation A nation of one, one in all, all in one Slipping another last word Into eternity
I am love As clear as light my eyes are open now. You are who i am in all my love, live within, be my i am, pour through my very delicate lips your praise, keep eyes of mine in you, all you, you are. These lips of Spirit in the pink. Ears of listening, i hear your music. You play me like the instrument
Art of Articulation To speak which is plain and clear is all an art of articulation asks for. While the oxford American thesaurus sounds like a prehistoric bone to the language of form, still we learn 'articulation' in being 'expression'; 'expression' in being 'the process of making known our thoughts and feelings.' And in making known my thoughts and feelings i venture in the
Hours Aurora opens her eyes in dawn. She glances through the tree leaves, leaves like herself, natural forms flourish in the fabrication of someone's imagination. Furniture to an interior temple. "Just to be alive like this" I think. My name is Aurora. To the pen to the page, my life. To the pen to the page that is