Wind blowing
Leaves flying around
Dog moving fast
Shades of things to come
Women in tight jeans and boots
Presenting a new sexuality
Curves accented
Movement in Double D minor
It’s autumn in New York
The breath of the city
Calling me home
Heat on, coffee brewing, happy…
She’s my true love,
A special bond that cannot be broken,
Is our love forever…
Our hearts beating together…..
Our love holds us together,
So take my hands sweetheart
Gently feeling me touching
Your heart,
I LOVE YOU…….
Our,
Happiness and joy
Will never be apart….
You’re my everything in life,
Every morning I wake
You bring joy to my heart,
Our bond is forever and strong
In a magical world,
This is where our hearts truly belong…..
Face to face, earth and heaven,
eternal lovers, talking each other
through the light,
infinite distances between them,
but a wonderful living side by side.
This silent poem speaks to us,
before we are and it will continue after us.
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Don’t know how
I found my ear
For his sound
Dissonant Maximum
High octane
Drive
1959
The beginning cosmos
Beyond abstract
Beyond reason
Beyond all
We are only toes
and ideas.
Moving awkwardly down
the celestial street.
My typical, your atypical,
we all sit at the blinking
screen. Typing answers
to the ever-test.
My voice is a cadence
of moving muscles,
peristalsis, undulations,
a life of certain limitation,
always pretending eternal
yet occupying minutes.
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I was pretty comfortable
Tenured, money in the bank
Respect of my peers
Bored out of my bloddy mind
What I worked so hard for
Turned out to be
The death of hope
My fire softened by complacency
When Dylan was at the height of his fame
He went to work washing dishes in a Boston cafe
Just for a little while
To feel the beautiful struggle all over again
Long story short, I chucked tenure
Walked out the door with a box full of memories
My fellow comrades smiling weakly
Wishing they had the guts to do the same
My future uncertain
Stay up late, read all the books Ive collected
Piled up waiting for hungry eyes and heart
My smile is wider now, coffee smelling good
I can finally afford
To be a sugar daddy
But now that I can afford you
I don’t want you
The saddest and loneliest man
Has to be the man
Who needs to buy affection
Is there anything more temporary?
Will you want me if the cash runs out?
I don’t think so
So take a ride in my big black car
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out