..gestalts
Gestalts
Love, Leaps, and other permeations through imaginary boundaries.
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tesseract
TESSERACT
You and I are laughing and laughing and having fun… We gaze into each others consciousness and you smile and cover lips with your finger as I gesture playfully. Closer and closer we become as our surrounding melts away until only universe that matters is the one created in the three feet space between you and I. A simple small talk conversation about nothing important, with content soon to be forgotten, yet so engaging that the universe itself shall break all laws to bend and fit between us …as if it wishes to carry upon its shoulder the feathery light conversation of a Sunday afternoon
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Her eyes hold the truth for all mankind..
Milky way smile that engulf the Earth..
Heaven and hell collide in her sweet scent..
A scent that awakens the dragons dreamy breathe
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hoogot served?
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if i could
if i could, I would,
pluck the stars from skies
A bouquet for your weary eyes
and smother every tear that you’ve cried
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if I could, I would,
mend the worlds great divides
honor every child who has died
and dry every tear that has been cried
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if I could, I would,
wrap the globe in my arms
ask all of the legions to disarm
Shelter the vulnerable from harm
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but I am mere man
and the world is the so grand
and things seem out of hand
i cant see where to stand
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…………then, I Stop
…………and think of you
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I remember that i can
become a better man
start inward and expand
from the heart to my hands
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If i can, i will try
to bring hope to your eyes
to start chain world wide
one person at a time
moving outward,leaving behind
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all the tears that world ever cried
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Beacon
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medallion (for Julia)
I wear your medallion under my coat.
So free and weightless I forgot its presence
But now that it has been pulled away
And lost forever
I can feel the tug of Earth’s gravity’s pull
An empty void heavier then lead
Treasure what here
Before it is lost
Treasure what is lost
As if it where here
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Agnostic Reminder Sticky Note Poem
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Your golem
young man and young maiden
looking into the mirror
The reflecting lenses
who do you see?
what do you see?
do you see weakness and darkness
do you see distance and smallness
broken eyes, broken lenses
A body shaped by prism filter
the looking glass illusion
you are the stone, the wind and the water
the flesh of the earth
the fire of its belly
the miracle of nature
the unfiltered you
you are your own hands
that shape out your clay
you sculpt a golem
you are your golem
from earth, dust, and love
looking glass mirrors
cast false reflections
and reflections do not stand
like your strong sturdy golem
built with your hands.
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Vague silhouettes flash by when I close my eyes…
Quick images in black & White…
Thought race fast…
Flowers burst with color…
The world is alive…
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having an Art Attack
Closing my eyes at the evening hour
expelling the din of a restless work day
Walling out warlords from my private castle
when thoughts of you invade
soft tickle of fingers
wit filled remark upon prose
warm breath upon breast
forest hair to get lost in
alluring wishes of hope
inviting hips of precision
and your invading oils
upon my minds canvas
drips deep into the soul
my private castle becomes
a gallery for two
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the warlords, less clever than an artist,
are sent packing for another day
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living beauty
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