The fuel, fury and addiction,
stupendous depiction.
I’m magnetized; my nose buried
in vellum sheets. Varied,
the construct of complicated
simpletons located
on cliffs, near harbors, with their ghosts;
misdirecting guideposts.
The injection of crafty twists;
flying ink insists
you sink deeper into its thick.
The turn of pages, a joystick.
Wanting to finish the story;
feeling’s transitory.
Compose a series, Author, please!
Your book ended with tease.
I’ll have eyes on antagonist,
tea with protagonist,
follow breadcrumbs and red herring,
and choose to be daring.
T h e E n d
The washed up of shores of the apple cores,
Magnetized child to her waist and cradle,
Teenage years amplify their fears,
he'll be washed up in a couple of years.
Eyes of angst, piled up beach banks,
Gators in the shallow & fear of gallows,
Pressing on the neck in a dream of sea-wrecks,
Popping of balloons near sinking Saloons.
Remember the day in which we'll run & play
Ignoring the truth of everything they'll say,
Hopping along to every child-hood song
& ignorance to a hot furnace's wrongs.
The floor being turning points of doors,
wood that follows ends up rotten hollow
The knife in the chest that proves so fatal,
the blowing of a child's delightful petals.
Lowered shades
on searching eyes
blue sky greyed
by clouded mind
reliving segment
uncurved by life
fleeting joy
of passerby smile
immersing self
in pool of regrets
tears undried
words unsaid
waves of mind
resurfacing rancor
memory fragments
not circled by time
grace blown ashes
uncovering fire
wiping tears dry
warming heart's ice
igniting soul
to reflect God's light
pulling ego reins
from past to now
on saddle of present
Spirit guided
chiming joy
of unfolding life
rainbow of flowers
birds' new arrival
heart overflowing
sweetness of pardon
obsession with past
like dew in the sky
soul and body
in unison
magnetized
spinning around
truth
of cycling life
with hope of ice tears
sparkling to smiles
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'twere if mine were
transparent
her
magnetized in thought
set'n on thuh park bench
in her pleated 50'z summer
skirt
yeah sport'n thuh
bodice
sparkle shine
glister
yep
almost diaphanous
and'er
curl'd tongue
under
just'uh out
peek'n
so i kiss'd it
oops
shnap (i mean tap)
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Along the shoreline we saunter
Gazing at the bright stars on the water
And the purple painted clouds in the sky
She began to speak with her words barely louder than the restless waves
She talked about how pointless performing for others is
“Never once has anyone congratulated someone for being a fake version of herself.”
Her words resonated deep within my soul
My feet suddenly grounded in the soft sand
She turned back to face me with her shoulders drooping sadly
My body magnetized to her
And my arms wrapped around her warm body and felt her loose-fitted sweater
She ran her nails through my short blonde hair as I cried on her neck
Her calming voice whispered in my ears
And the palm of her other hand heated my back
Gently my tears poured into her light blue cardigan
The water reached our feet as we embraced under the star’s light
Days
move slower
Then an evaporating
Puddle
Watching clouds
float by
I look for
Meaning
In my
coffee grinds
thoughts
Fly
Like geese
Far from here
My feet
Forever magnetized
40.01 n
75.1 w
Time
for new
Coordinates
I realized a heartfelt reason why.
For you and I, I do want to try.
How I felt was slowly magnetized
In a way I never until now realized.
I realized how you and I are the same.
For you and I, I am ending my game.
How I feel will gradually grow
As you and I appreciatively go slow.
I realized maybe we were fated to meet.
For you and I, I shall surrender in defeat.
How I feel will soothe your aching heart,
As you and I gently embrace this new start.
I realized you suffer the same way as I do.
For you and I, I will see through to you.
How I felt from the start inspires me
To embrace who you really are truly.
I needed just your life
I met a woman. On the train. Magnetized
My life, my heart. I hoped the woods of life
I was a poor man. I am a poor man. No love
No money, no car, no BMW, no castle. No woman
“She is the daughter of a big man,” said Satan.
This is true. Satan is right. Loved heart.
I forgot that woman. But she cannot forget me
She is reading these lines, I know. Just read, and read
Someone
Your poet
Loved you
To my friend, Miguel
Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road
Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher
You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I am your follower
I remember you. I respect your intelligence. Five languages. Spanish jewish
Miguel, my friend, I have tried so many times to find you in virtual life
But you do not exist. Why? I want to say thank you for my fifteen years. Reading
Your science magnetized me. My Bible Teacher.
From our friendship, my dear and respected flatmate.
Miguel
You are my friend
Where are you?
Missing
Your teachings
And your Bible
Another World Sees
It is good to live together two lives
Two lives are one, and one is two
The gate is open in the cemetery
Mirror life, patinated monochrome
The other side, without putrefaction
Calling now the gate, step is time
Runs the past life, comes silver kind
This life is cold but cool clear life
Feel and live in the dead cleared
past. Yes, the alien world chose us
Change time, change the past lives
Into the new cool atmosphere’s life
Here is the time
To go to a new life
Gate is open
Enter
This is the new life
I am magnetized
"My heart is a compass lost at sea finding its North in the gaze of thee."
This compass points directly at you
whether your North East South or West
Aligned to your magnetic pole
I am being magnetized
You are an orientation arrow
my Polaris * my North Star
Configurator of my soul,
I am yours *
You are a trustworthy compass
without you I'd be lost
You are the magnet
that altered the course of my life,
FOREVER !
Feel
Feel the person, still lives
A life wants you, your lives
Get me, drop me, take lives
Take off, me, my life nothing
Love you, smell the cemetery
Linguigist woman; loved you
Lost muse, oh, I loved you
A life magnetized of you
Please, give it a chance; death
Life of death, remember a life
Linguigist woman; loved a heart
I loved you, my life, sad heart
Hmm, destroyed fate, a dark heart
Light from yours, a candle; a skylight
Feel, please, beating a heart; dead
Loving your life, be kind; past a life
My love is nothing; can be a light?
Yeah, the light of your mind; just love
Feel me, the pain, suffering; heart life
Loved you, oh linguist; man says bye
Feel, hmm, a word, just feel isn’t life
Life, my kind, suffering, and pain time
Feel
Suffering
Man
Human
Life
To Butterfly
Oh my love, my diamond, a honeymoon in the sky
You magnetized me, but pushed me away. . . Why?
My heart is sad, painful feeling, rules me sadness
Sadness and demonic cemetery feeling graveyard
I walked there a lot of times, in Kingsbury, go find
Walk there and feel my heart, waiting for you a desire
I left you something, I won't tell you what. Go
Go there, just go there and walk, and you will get
Get something from my mind, that will help you
In your life
Fryent Country Park
It was nice to walk here. Again. Again, again, again…
Nature, soul. Magnetized my life, my life is fly. Fly. Fly, fly, fly…
I needed life, got it. I am magnetized, thoughts fly, fly, fly
Amazing place, with woods, and fields. Brilliant space and vibe
Here is ancient life, found what was lost, vibrant my life
Walking here, resting here, thinking here, contemplating here
It’s life. This is life. This is a life.
For me, this is the life
My camera is happy here, full of love
The heart of my camera beats with my heart
Oh, I see just now! This is real life! Life is love!
Love is life!
I do not need anyone, just my camera
just my laptop
just a bottle of wine
And this beautiful saint place
Called for Fryent Country Park
Fryent Country Park
My camera
My laptop
Photography
Poetry
Hmm…
Whole life
I am gone
I am gone
I left
Lights flicker,
buttons ping,
new clicks whirr
in the beautiful machine.
My head slides,
my eyes turn, peer in,
gaze:
magnetized by novelty, in this tiny
maze, slinking ever further, further in.
Purring springs exhale steel-sweet breath;
my narrow eyes glide between busy twirling cogs;
my ears perceive the melodies of electronic hums.
Then, snap!
I failed to hear the mind hiss
inside its trap.
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