Saturday, August 6, 2016

The question, the poetry.

From whence comes the poetry.
Come rising up it doth.

Like a great lava flow.

Surging, rising, and falling.

Up and down.
To and fro.

It will not rest,
Till rest I do.

To come forth birthed.
A full grown child.

Then nurtured to a final form.

Released again, anew.
To then come forth.

And visit you now.

And then to share.

This world of ours.

A covenant marriage.

Why stay?

Together, and apart.

Twenty four, plus four, then one.

Faithful, had not, been they?

The others, last did not ...

Still.

they, remain,
together, and apart.

Courage then comes,
together, and apart.

Searching for the missing,
Together,  and apart.

The need, the lack, their in
Together, it drove, them
Together, and apart.

The four plus one,
are more then the two.

Then, to the end,
Thus, then were they.

Together, and apart.

Friday, August 5, 2016

The anger lies...

The anger lies,
so deep down, below.

Deep down,
Does it lie.

From whence comes truth?

Truth does not lie.

It moves, and feels, and grows.

From whence, find I,
The truth,
That doth not,

Lie,

their by,
and not below?

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The poetry

The poems,
From where, do they, come forth

To come forth, this,
they do, now.

Like a spring ...
of lava, flowing forth.

Like fire, and ice.
They cover, cool, and heal.

The thoughts.
So long, lay buried.

They buried her,  buried him.
Then buried it.

The thoughts...

How long, they struggle,
To come forth.

The choice, in the bedroom

To this, the bedroom,
To them, he found
His wife, his friend,
Embracing now.

Two forks their come
Two choices, now ...

To this, the right, the loaded glock,
To then the left, this anger still.

To this, the choice,
To then, to make.

To then himself,
To this to count.

To then, to change
this world, now.

To this, the children
to luv her still?

then to burn,
their luvers, all.

Why together, are the now?

Till once together,
Till then, they part.

this, then bedrooms,
Two their now.

one for he,
Then, one for her.

then on he goes,
And on to be,

Then two, the one,
they be no more.

But to the children,
between them be,
this the choice,
then be, their now.

The choice, in the bedroom


he found her that way,
in the bedroom with his best friend.
his loaded glock in his right hand
his anger in his left.

the choice, now to make.
it would change the world.
how long does one count
to ones self
before changing the world ...

years later , the children
did he love her still.

together and apart,
they burned through them all,
one luver after another.
now together, again they are.
he in one bedroom, she in another.

wipped puppy, she was.
luved her still, did he?
yet to leave her he must,
to go on she will.

but the children
this between them,
the choice
to luv them still,
this then to make,
this then to share.

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