Just Poems: Muse

Simple

I'm not for pre-fixes,
I'm for love.

Not for politics' weight,
On the wings of the dove.

When push comes to push,
And shove comes to shove,

My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for love.

The Sky Goes Wonderful

Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
And all I think about is the moon.
And you... marvelous you.

And chocolate...
And apple pie...

And I wonder...

Chocolate...

And apple...

And pie...

The apple pie.
The chocolate.

The Marvel Us.

Just you.
Just me.

And chocolate...
And apple...

And pie...

And
Just
Us.

Makes Sense

The world is
(n)either right
(n)either wrong
Anymore.

There’s no more
War anymore.
Well, maybe
That one.

The world is
Not too long,
Or too short
Anymore.

Not too much of
Much too much
Anything much
Anymore.

But this one thing is true:

That when I see you,
And you’re there,

And the stars,
And all that

Romantic shit
Is in the atmosphere,

Then the world is clear.
Life means something.

When you’re there,
And there’s that

Romantic shit
in the air,

The card aisle makes sense.

Hasta

Un dia,
Un dia mas

no sera,
no sera

necessario

ser un dia
ser un dia mas

necessario
a solas.

The Reason

Why do you look
Like everything I ever wanted?

Why do you look at me
Like the only thing I ever asked for?

The only reason
For the fight back was to see the way

You
Look at me.

Maskless

Last night-
When you lifted off your mask

I remembered.

Why the hundred poems
I wrote for you
Won't finish.

Why I don't hold
Your eyes with mine
When you ask.

Every poem
Wants all of you.

Every word
Demands you

Maskless.

So much light
Kept back from

Such a dark world.
So much light

Lifted me up
All day.

Last night
When you lifted off your mask

I remembered.

But it's almost
Tomorrow night

And it's already
One Hundred and One.

Cada Vez

Letras que necesitan un cantante;
Palabras que quieren una canción.

Porque me preguntaste si podía;
Porque pensé que deberías saberlo.

Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.

¡Hay baile otra vez
En mi corazón!

Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.

¡Hay fuego otra vez
En mi corazón!

Cada vez,
Te veo,
Te deseo
más que
el ultima vez.

Cada vez,
Cada vez,
Te veo.

Diode Hung

Blues don’t fill shoes because
Blues ain't got nowhere
Shoes

Should you choose to choose to choose
This blues man, run as fast as he can
Man.

Should you be with me in that tree
When the lights go down on
Town,

And we see what things are under
Every star in new shoes under
Moonlight.

Right wherever you are tonight
This mind's on fire for your
Desire.

I’d run twice around the world,
But here you are in
Pixels.

And though I can’t kiss you, I can
Keep you in these comfortable
soles.

Each sole of these
Shoeless paid
My dues-yes-
Soles.

Sweet entreat you,
And me complete should meet
By pixel light binary delight the one to the zero,
I’m your hero, you’re my zero making my one sprung.

This Diode hung
hanging I
s
full
o
f wonder
full hung diode

spring
sprung
this one
and I’m
hung like
a diode
with this
ode to
you. Are
you twice
across the
world or
here binary
beautiful
love at first
byte you
here or twice
way half round
the whole world.
One plus Zero never
equaled two me and you
and the light too, are one.

Your Metaphorical Heart

This one is brilliant.
Dancing genuine dances.
Eyes blush, roll beautiful.
Nervous with her wonderful.

Strong how she survives a solar storm of too little,
Too many bits of light, the normal world calls magnificent.

The world has never been enough for you in being too much.
Too much what others do looks nothing
Like you in quiet moments; that you
You call genuine You.

But how to say it through wanting words
So an empty magnificent world would ever understand?

If only you had someone to tell you what causes
You so much loneliness is so much connection to so much else.

The so much else so many won’t ever see a connection to.

How can you be content in a world unable to recognize
How much love you hold in your metaphorical heart?

You remake The World.

Forever Moon Skies

I'd stare at the moon
All day.
All night.

Once with Love
Once with the memory
Of Love.

Without thought I'd feast
On moonlight and the memory
Of moonlight.

The Spirit
Of the Moon
And I

On the hillside in neglect
Of what others want
Of me.

What each night sky knows
Each sunrise lacks.

That Star.

That bully star!
Always

On the way,
(in the way)
Of
A perfect night sky.

Is there a galaxy anywhere
Untouched by starlight

Where poets sit on hillsides
In communion with forever moon skies

Unencumbered by the gravity
Of a ravenous star?

Saudade

Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away.

Rain.
Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds.
The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant.
Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now.
Pay attention: The rain demands attention right now.

I would like to have a day of sun be treated like a day of rain.
Landscapers and Laborers will see a day of rain and take the day off.
Dreamers and Lovers should see a day of sun and take the day off.
Not much dreaming or right kind of loving can be done on a sun-filled day.

We forget the beach on a rainy day;
But the beach loves a rainy day.

Someone to share a day of rain with.
Someone who is not: ‘not going out today.’
Someone regarding the rain shush the shock
And shake swagger of the sunshine days.

Someday a man has to face the prayer in his heart.

(Sao-
-Dhaj
-Eh’)

Thunder
Never a sunny day
Always never sunshine,
Even on a sunny day

A Sunshine- My dream.

(Sao-dhaj-eh’)

My sunshine.
Even on a sunshine day.

Where is my rain
My sunshine
Rain rainy
day

Today when the world is at bay

I can say what I say in a way

In this

way

I can
play

all day

and say

what                         I say

               in this way

in the

                     rain,   in the 

rain,                    in this rain

all day

    we can

play we

   can say

Nothing.

My Sunshine,
My Saudade, (Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My Rain

We would do
Do nothing at all

We would do
Do alone together

We would do
Do Sunshine.

Do Rain.

If ever I do find you,

My Sunshine
My Saudade
My Rain.

A Certain Sad

Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.

That certain sad missing piece.
You’ll never know peace,
Without this missing piece.

Sad day right day to be with
That thing. That: -thing-thing-.
The only beautiful: -thing-thing-.

Rain day, sane day, window-pane day.
I’ve been casting not casting -Love.
Love Itself: That: -Thing-Thing

This welcomed sweet May rain.
This wonderful day to share with
-no one- or -only one-

So much grief in Beauty
That lost quiet sweet
-sad- sweet quiet loss.

Hope we meet for Ancient
Love before we die.
Long sad old soul Love.

Perhaps later, plan our days.
Talk of past dreams, today dreams,
Future dreams: Even that dream.

Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want to stay.

This Bay Window

It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand,
On this necessary neglected bay window.

But will I be absolved to keep the memories of:

When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine,
When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen knuckles,
When our acquitted embrace meant I made it, meant you made it,

Meant we made it?

Will I release reassured the persistent insistent long call of your touch,
Knew everything about this -right now- kind of unkind living,

And all the sins a soul will save to save itself?

For Pablo, Para Ti

“Soneto XVII

o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.”

-Pablo Neruda

For Pablo, Para Ti

I don’t love you like salt rose, topaz
Or a detonation of carnations that set fire wild-
Like assured obscured impressions love.
I love you -in secret- between shadow and soul.

I love you like a plant that does not bloom,
But carries hidden within, the light of its flowers,
And thanks to your love, the secret scent
Of the Earth’s kept-safe love, lives in me.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or where.
I love you direct- without problems or pride:
I don't know any other way to love.

Their way says I am not you, nor you me,
But your hand on my chest is my breath,
Your eyes close to be my dream.

My Most Powerful Peace

I’m crazy for a certain Muse.

This real body corporeal.
Sacrosanct, corporeal.

My sense jumped
At the sound of fireworks.

A grand finale
Here you are again.

A gain for one spirit
Dancer heart entrancer.

So much power.
My flower.

Your skin petal soft Cotton
Covered stomach peach fuzz fire.

Under breast and nip
And neck ear lip and lip

And tongue in
Then in more.

Only word in the world:
More.

We never end.
We never leave but believe.

This body is a king's castle.
You are my queen.

My most beloved,
Most powerful peace.