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I want to be your Summer girl,
peaches, sunshine,
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
vibrant.
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
peaches, sunshine,
and August thunder.
I want to be the Autumn hearted,
colorful and always falling,
vibrant.
And I could be your Winter bride,
clean and innocent,
blushing on the snow,
while my spirit smelled of Spring,
smiling with the lilacs,
every kiss a crocus.
We'd be more than seasonal lovers,
but steadfast as the years and
ever-dancing with the Earth.
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the man on the moon.
tonight
the sky is overcast, and it tells me
That if I want to make my stupid wishes,
I'd better come back at a better time.
tonight
the clouds are being overprotective
And covering the moon with their hair so
Us humans cannot see her cry.
tonight
there is no wind to blow our
American flags, and if I close my eyes,
I think I could imagine myself there.
tonight
I think I can see his steps treading
On the face of the man in the moon,
The steps that will stay longer than the man did.
tonight
I flip through the pages of my history book,
And watch the night out of my window
As I read the same name over and over again,
"this is
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a guide to her sadness.
her wrists are wishbones she breaks for luck,
not knowing there is no luck in the break.
her veins are unanswered prayers
her lungs an apology sent as letters to heaven,
hoping God will forgive her for being a continual disappointment.
her head is a phonebooth for all the thoughts nobody's picking up on.
see,
the the sadness is sinking her again.
so when she leaves at midnight to longboard to the ocean,
go with her.
when she tries to climb bridges,
don't let her.
when she's drinking cold tea and playing daughter,
it means she's trying to pull her head together.
when she's in the bathroom praying to the toilet,
decide to knock.
when she
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Icarus
Sun girl,
the whispering stars
& feathered clouds dance
for you tonight.
Do not let anyone
clip your wings;
you were made for the skies.
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He's out there! I just hope we find each other sooner rather than later.
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There are only a very few tribes I have encountered
where the married stay together through thick and thin.
Otherwise, in most tribes, one changes 180 degrees
esp. if they marry too young, or parenting is not among their
skillsets. Pity the children most in those families.
The children who have a parent who is not steadfast
suffer for a long time. Best to choose a partner who is
wise, and patient. Those.... are very rare indeed in the young.
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Consider Auden, one of the best ever to view our souls:
"Lullaby" by W.H. Auden
"Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love."
January 1937
(from my recent journals)
where the married stay together through thick and thin.
Otherwise, in most tribes, one changes 180 degrees
esp. if they marry too young, or parenting is not among their
skillsets. Pity the children most in those families.
The children who have a parent who is not steadfast
suffer for a long time. Best to choose a partner who is
wise, and patient. Those.... are very rare indeed in the young.
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Consider Auden, one of the best ever to view our souls:
"Lullaby" by W.H. Auden
"Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy.
Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost,
All the dreaded cards foretell,
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought,
Not a kiss nor look be lost.
Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love."
January 1937
(from my recent journals)