Love is Love is Love

--So long lives this and this gives life to Thee, 8/31/14

Love is Love without division of Love.

It cannot be added or discounted.

Love is as ancient as a parable

Love from Love mysteriously Woven

As Love has both a body and a Soul

It is of a Quality eternal

For Love is a Value beyond Value

It grows to Surplus from its Power formed

Love is infinite Love is everywhere,

Love is a Medium of its Love Source

And Love can never tire nor be Torn

Its actions rhyme with Vowels, Of the Tongue.

As long as Love is Love and afterward,

It speaks and in a language all its Own

CLOUD SHADOW

The Clouds and Shadows are Painted Alike

Shape gives to Shapes their Dimension and Tint

Gray, Mottled, Yellow and Verdant Align

Trees and their Ancient Song, Birds with their Wings.

The Sunset is a Masterpiece of Light

A Celebratory Sensation Wakes

As Though it was with us All Along Here

Though without its Presence seemed just as Absent

I don’t know about you, Sky, are you Real?

Are you Sent From Above or From Below?

Darker than Clouds Lighter than a Shadows.

You know Everything about how I feel

Omniscient Aftermath of a Day’s Life

Expressed in the Last Glow of the Fire.

O MISSOURI

Oh Joplin Oh Missouri Oh Zion

Regal as the Sky and just like Magic

Langston appears in his smoking Jacket.

His Cynical Tirade -- A Quill-Diamond

What a Gentleman & with what an Ache,

Cultured, Articulate, and Uppity

Simple a Style as Tormented Numbed

I see you as you FLower in my Sight

Half Transparent but Alive and at That!

Your Spirit is a Sledgehammer Feather

Lighter than Heaven forgot what it Might

Life is but a Game without a Ticket

It Plays all by Itself while we Watch It.

DEATH GODS OF WAR

Thanatic, the Death Gods War Commissioned

Of Fearful yet Divine Ingredients

Drew Forward the Underworld and Opened

A Potion made of Ash and Sediment

Stagnant Vapors Melted from Fumes in Flame

Oh How the Black Cloud Thundered with Screeching

Carving a Wound in the Shape of a Star

What a Terrible Force that Mounts the Scream

The Past Time and Present Times are Reversed.

As Time Draws Closer to its Destruction,

The Power of Time-Bound Catastrophe

Bodies are absorbed in the Capsule Burst

Minutes without Eyes Seconds without Ears

Heaven brought  to Life is Atrocity

Not Free Not Simple, Verse of Marti

As if when Marti fled to the Catskills

or traveled the Sea to Guantanamo

he held in his heart the soul of his Mind

that he drew from when voyaging his Thought.

Aching in his Groins he disciplined Art.

He made it his Ally and Companion

For it came from a world of Grievances

the prepotent cast on the Slave and Cursed!

As knowledge wracked the world in his Head

Meanwhile the pusillanimous fled

and Friends that were made were gone forever

none would speak ill of him nor he of them

Than whiter no flowers could ever Be

roses of July and January

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I watch as a graceful shadow lingers

cast by the branches a gentle breeze shifts

softly swaying the veils oncoming

and the clouds that veneer with soft filters

then gathered with those of another mass

they lie down together cover the wall

a father appears, retrieves his daughter

she shouts her unwilling play time now lost

he assertively sweeps her up in arms

in the same movement he closes the door

the shadow grows taller touches the roof

and the warbling whistle of a bird

concludes the Act with a Note for each Scene

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POETIC DEATH

Oh Giant Frigate the Port is Empty

and the Memories in a Poet’s Eyes

sonically they Echo Soliloquy

by water passes a Day is nothiing

but as a Sonnet preserves--Imagine

the surface bent the shallow undertow

Mosses green island plentiful splendor

beauty allures it declines in power

across the anchor in the horizon

still as the Sinking happens on its own

without explanation for its Descent

Violins as though Stringing and Wails

Is Music without a Musical Soul

Vehicle and Carriage to Metaphor.

BEAUTY FLOW

Oh Beauty so Radiant and Magic

You dance at the feet of a Sycamore

Wrap yourself inside its branches and Roots

That you Love me is Certain and Prescient.

I watch as you Lower yourself to Mice.

Even your circumference is Even

Encircled in the Presence of Something

Not anxious but tilling the Seasons Soils

IT thrives without Notice and Hesitates

An Edge is its Surface so Miniature

While it is smaller than Moss and a Tower

A waterfall melodiously pours

Unconcerned for whatever’s the matter.

TWIN CYCLOPS

I place in a poem what I lost today,

all of my happiness all of my hopes

a barbed wire appeared around my throat

its edges encircled me like chains of steel

though this is a metaphor and I cry

like a Dove when war makes its presence felt

the sounds of its terror and its madness

as heaven becomes itself a new hell

the mouth of the sky pulls itself back booms

the horizon a throat and tongue vomit

a bomb screams its unwillingness, volting,

while standing to assist is the warlord

he mounts on a Cyclops tamed as a man

the chimera they form is a monster

BALCON!

Come to my,  my words, flyl like a blade

as it cconsumes what it encounters whole

the wraths of the righteous are Black Stallions

Not as defeatist as los Escritores

Como comunista busco su Mal

Entretuviesen torturas sabe que Es?

Jihole mano naci pa sufrir

Back to me in English don’t run and hide.

Cause love to bleed and shed the evidence

Talk to me in English then slay me , Try.

Across a vista Dancers Alighting.

While down here on Earth no magic lacks.

as Poetic the portrait of Beauty.

Standing on the Balcony before Me.

MOON DOVE

WHen the Dove cries and the Moon is all full

The light of a feather is purchased at dawn.

Like a Ray of hidden Sunshine gone down

Rises a Stem of the Ocean eye’d quill

Raining in Tear Drops of universe felt.

Lashing the Lids and breaking their corrals.

Storm Riders reduce their Distance then Swallow.

The Earth with its wounds retaliates hell.

The underworld awaits without Splendor.

imitates the worst preconception scowls

between Beast and Non Beast and parallel

Phantasmagoric and wikked and fanged

what Pandora released, the Dove amends.

LA LUNA

La luna, la que se encuentra en mi

que con su esplendedor lampara

me guia a mi porvenir era

suplicandome el amor en fin

si no fuera tan lejos tocable

son sin sonar ritmo sin fuerza

fecunda palpita a esconderse

en aspero, cruel, voz de lumbres

lumino brilla oh alma herida

fue profundo y lo es sin dudar

tanto abandono llega a placer

dolor tan largo luz sin vertigo

la noche intimida la cubro

sencillo el parpado escudo

LILY

--and what a wave must be, E.D.

Poet within, -- she nods her head -- always

Her presence merely requires mention

She is dutiful, standing or dancing

My miniature me emerges from me.

She never saw the ocean nor the Sea.

Yet she has seen the Heather anyway.

It holds no mystery that’s not previewed

For it is the answer to a prayer.

And her prey is the moment at hand.

Its hardly-thereness its disappearance,

the soul of its virtuous eloquence

held forward like a nickel a poem.

Arise on the horizon of time’s touch.

The presence of the sun and the moon.

GRUNION HUNT

If you can't beat the Romans become one then
 and then beat yourself Black and Blue come Bleed
For a Force without Gravity, won't stick.


For it hast lost its Consonants and Vowels
And replaced them with the throttal of K's,

Along a shore without a beach to hunt
Grunions, let's go before they disappear.
You can never trust but believe in them
FOr once as though Forever and again.


Kackle allow  but cover your bases,
Words mean nothing now nor may they ever.
Lost on the loins of a misperccieved face
Even Love trust no other but armor.


The river'll Flow over, say, Evon, mulch,
rich fertile soil for farming is left?

TIME PETAL

I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee: R.B.

    

I watched a Sonnet be launched from my eye!

It cast a larger net around my Feet

than anything that ever existed .

Greater than Silence as first fell its Tears.

I cried for myself but more for the Verse.

For what had it done to deserve its Death?

A mere innocent fated to be Squelched

Yet, I still ask for answers for its Sake.

As in the seedling bed in a Field Cried:

Weeping the Mouse for its Shambles Untied.

The house was never meant for Surviving.

While its flower garden tended of Time.

Ready as the Reply never asked for,

its fourteen little crosses became more.

A LEAF

I am the voice of the sun   held the leaf,

my volume is inaudible   of light

persists amidst   vacuums in ventricle

as is a petal   encircled of sight

and green the power of green reply is

agrees to fruition  recipe life

fruited the chalice    quickens to ripen

as though eagerness consents to inflame

a fire draws force of twice oxygen

silence is golden and affords the loss

then words grown more absent than soundlessness

are spared from the aftermath to succumb

they drop down upon the pavement or earth

continuously pursued vanishing

ANYONE POET

If it only takes a Poet or Anyone,

for both are the same and no different..

We grow greater by its Music agained.

All people love reason and rhyme as Love

Love's Labor Lost was recovered at once.

It foretold of no debt, war, guilt, oh source

You become to my Mind my Aegies.

For I love you more than an Eon dies.

I agonize over your Beauty, Time.

Oh Time, you are as Gentle as the Morning.

You arrive at the Appointed Lamp, Glow.

While to war is to venture a Great Fate.

Cast as it is a False Promise cannot.

Can't do for you what your Poetry Art.

DECLINE OF LITERATURE

As Depending on a wheelbarrow
Everything reduces to religion
And Spinning of hours for reasoning.
Love was what Logic becomes not as much.

The power of Art is not a Machine.
It represents the greatest discipline.
To drill at your Life bomb it with conscience,
Then stand in the mirror naked as much.

To be despised at conception and birth
and die every time to appease the wound
Go about to live in the underworld
as Dostoevsky was riddled with debt
learned how to objectify death for it.
While literature persists it Declines.
Crime is to be born Punishment to Live.

Anglo America Anti-Poetic

1. FreedomFreedom from Tired Irony
3. Languages have kill switches only when False.
4. They are the Nets of Consonants and Vowels.
5. Furthermore, they store all the Truth's Treasures.
6. Freedom to Live and Live Happily, Bliss.
7. Magic,, Love, Faith, take it all for nothing.
8. No word would a gun trigger nor crown king.
9. For the Language is of Love or it Isn't.
10. It ceases to be Ceremonious.
11. Yet it, too, has Defenses, the Bards these.
12. We teach Peace before War and after War.
13. Nothing as far-fetched as Death has Power.
14. Such as these, my lips that bless kiss your Eyes:
15. You are greater than any given Source.
16. For you are my Love and my Love Endures.
19. ANGLOPHONE AMERICA
21. As Gaza is sad what about white trash?
22. We're forced to smile by tyranny's lash.
23. The English claim our language as there's
24. THen use it to Fabricate for Bedlam.
25. THey banish the magic from their Mosses.
26. Who does that and gets away with it, Soul?
27. Makes verse of Love into verse of Bedlam,
28. Again and never tires of the Bedlam.
29. The Lamb wakened to life as a Blood spill
30. The Sheets of Othello riddled with weapons.
31. The World is a Theatre not a Louse.
32. You ask why I shout in your Idiom,
33. It belongs to the one who mastered Some.
34. Not to the Lesser companion of Beds.
35. But to its greatest quality of Flesh
36. Like
38. from Tired Irony
40. Languages have kill switches only when False.
41. They are the Nets of Consonants and Vowels.
42. Furthermore, they store all the Truth's Treasures.
43. Freedom to Live and Live Happily, Bliss.
44. Magic,, Love, Faith, take it all for nothing.
45. No word would a gun trigger nor crown king.
46. For the Language is of Love or it Isn't.
47. It ceases to be Ceremonious.
48. Yet it, too, has Defenses, the Bards these.
49. We teach Peace before War and after War.
50. Nothing as far-fetched as Death has Power.
51. Such as these, my lips that bless kiss your Eyes:
52. You are greater than any given Source.
53. For you are my Love and my Love Endures.
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55. ANGLOPHONE AMERICA
57. As Gaza is sad what about white trash?
58. We're forced to smile by tyranny's lash.
59. The English claim our language as there's
60. THen use it to Fabricate for Bedlam.
61. THey banish the magic from their Mosses.
62. Who does that and gets away with it, Soul?
63. Makes verse of Love into verse of Bedlam,
64. Again and never tires of the Bedlam.
65. The Lamb wakened to life as a Blood spill
66. The Sheets of Othello riddled with weapons.
67. The World is a Theatre not a Louse.
68. You ask why I shout in your Idiom,
69. It belongs to the one who mastered Some.
70. Not to the Lesser companion of Beds.
71. But to its greatest quality of Flesh
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Then there was Twitter....That Blew the House down.

Like a Bad Wolf with Fangs and desires.

A Neowulf Beo couldn't imagine.

Worse yet the Jew was the stereotyped too.

Old Shakespeare created many Moslems

THough not intending to, he forsake Love

Each of his Jews is barbarian, Semitic,

Though we inherit Romeo and Juliet,

We prefer to be Denmark's ear poison.

Why I say "we" is a mystery to me.

I am not English nor speak it too great.

I did not create Shylock nor Hitler.

I'd die for my Ideals and then some.

I'd write ten thousand verses to Bedlam.