Best Plutonic Poems

Rising from sylvan embraces
solitude
of the wild, wild wood
hunger burning deep within these
caverns and temples
within my misunderstood being;
haunted by you
touched by you
satisfied only by the
sweet nourishing...

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Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls

Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells -...

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Your chase!
Reminiscing on the oceans I had to dry up
and the volcanos I had to ice up
just to capture the epicenter of your heart
well protected...

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Ouivre, ouivre,
my Ovus Star,
a bit premature 
immortal,
for there we are.

Again, and again,
we do sojourn.

I am yes... so 
terribly in love,
but a bit ironic.
Our path as...

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Finally May Find His Fate

Read poem about priest and did wait;
I always knew that it would be great;
My face feed;
Another read;
In my poem he finally...

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Oh stone of death, I beg thee, now…relinquish me thy guest. 
Release unto this specter but the soul beneath thy breast 
What waits but to...

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How does one traverse the distance,
Between two hearts separated by love?

How can one pass the infinite expanse 
Of time created by their loneliness

Will their longing...

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War mars the face of man.
Though this be known to all men
we realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
have made red their faces,
have conspired anew to despoil
summer's...

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Is it blind or can it see? 
Is it real or is it fake? 
Is it give and take or not?
Agape, mutual, plutonic, or what?...

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Grows and Did Decompose

Each seed sewn we suppose always grows;
Dies and then eventually does decompose;
Make room,
To bloom;
Is something surely that everyone knows.

Note of Thanks To...

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Three women
with the same chin,
and same ears.

The last of the three
has less likeness to the others,
her eyes will not fit
within their glancing windows.
although she is...

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War mars the face of Man,
Pitied, unpitied. Though
This be known to all men,
We realists connive.
Thrice-prancing priests in March
Have made red their faces,
Have conspired to despoil
Anew...

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when i was a sage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage

while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage

with capacity
poems...

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when with much plantage
would want to take advantage
of poems i manage

while being a sage
would write my poems page by page
which was latest rage

with capacity
would have...

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