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Unimagined

1.
closed fists
Opened lips, and breathing
Fire, with the good in me, treading
Quietly while being pulled down.
You say something like,
“fuck you fuck you, fuck you.
But I love you, and I’m tired..”

I paraphrase.

2.
Seems like there’s
Less light coming from the
Sun these days.
Cold is as
Old as time.
Slowly, we have been brought
Closer to where light can not
Touch anything. Not you, not
Me. Not you and I.

No shine.

3.
If I could exclaim my point.
Hear and be heard clearly,
I would say so, if I had
Something to say that is
and then I would jump as
Light through the branches of trees.
To shine down.
Down on you, down on me and
We could reach each other

Outside of words

There, surrounded
By nature, its gasping
Synchronicity,

So lovely,
On its way toward what
We say, is
Down.


Copyright2017sunontiepost

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Let me just exist as a smile

And certainty of love by sunshine.
When the winds converge with
Fists, let my arms and heart
Open wide again,
And again with understanding
Not ignorant bliss but what it is
You need and we need to move
Together.

Let me understand the roots so
I can reach toward the sky in an
Innocent love wishing to leave it
Behind and so last somehow
Forever.
Copyright 2017

Sunontiepost

Incubus, Just A phase

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Cold west wind
Dead blunt force of a
Bumbling windchime
clanking all hell
and out of
Harmony in my ears.
—-
Loose thoughts of a
Bended mind about
The sunset draped like
A great cathedral mural.
Again the idea of West and
Waning time.
—–
Moon blue fingernail
Of the cosmic finger
Squeezing the trigger
Of the gun to the head of
The universal mind  then,
big bang
end of night.
——
Sweet life for a ride
Well ridden. The roads.
The rail, the beckoning
Sky, her great wide turns
Brewing weather, October’s punches

raining down.
We are born
Under the bird song again.

Thankful. Thankful.

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Time.

in a study of five long years I found

time is meaningless in its measure

necessary in its application

breaking down our movements

into boxes securing blindness

making dark a thing, like enemy,

dragging the cold along, and

light, like a wanderer, like lost love,

drives by your house slow ,in long slow

circles, never a thought of reaching the

porch steps.

 

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The Marigold

I sometimes consider the life

of a Marigold, promising spectacular

color of life in its folds, then the delivery

 and the short life,

color explodes and already

I consider the cold sleeping seed

then through winter, dreaming up

it’s next life in colors of fire.

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What’s rising up inside is silent

first. This is not cheerful but

feel for where it is coming from and hold

yourself still

your tongue too, as it comes up further

reaches the places where

razor wire has grown like a cancer in your

body, running hot in your veins, still be still

though it commands your mind

to suffer along side the wrecked and ruined

heart and tremble

tremble.

Do not reach with hands

this place

over time, runs the silver down your face and

further along you will learn how to break

over and over

you will learn to

abandon.

 

©Sunontiepost 2016

 

 

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1.

Where did my legs go this time?

perhaps, into the waters off Oahu,

Tiger sharks at my feet.

2.

Tonight my loving wife and

my sweet mother won’t sleep

the machines will go beep beep beep.

3.

Yes, count your friends

count them on one hand.

whenever you are ready.

4.

This has been such a long siege.

swallowing pride, choking on pain,

do I really have to do this again?

5.

Eric Clapton’s, “How Long Blues

plays again, I have washed myself up

to wreck, presently to be broken.

6.

Whatever breaks was meant to be

broken. Who said that? Maybe me, I’m

too close to the floor now to write poetry.

7.

This is gonna hurt!

My shoe!

Copyright2015  Sunontiepost*

*a penname*

Note:  Yes, #7 was supposed to be funny.

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