Poems
The Sky Goes Wonderful
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful.
Muse
A Special Lady Friend
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The Reason
Why do you look Like everything I ever wanted?
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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,
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Diode Hung
I’m your hero; you’re my zero making my one sprung.
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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
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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
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Forever Moon Skies
What each night sky knows Each sunrise lacks.
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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,
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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
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The Heart Wants a Slow Dance
What the heart wants is a slow dance; The floor is too fast. A touch too quick is friction in the brush. The pulse grinds steel against jagged steel Short shock sparks mis-labeled matchboxes For a miss-matched lit match. But the heart wants a slow dance Friction-less
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Spin, The World
To follow a dream is to be fed by that dream
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She Still
She still holds the night under the waves a lake can make. She still keeps safe the dream of the moon. A flower, a tree, or you and me, can’t be without the dark. Too much of anything will kill you. Someone tell the sun. The moon shines back