The World Is Flat

We can travel by plane
anywhere we want
around and around
and around our planet

and never feel
we are going around

Art of Love - Two

if she sets her eyes
find them
take the cup
she loves and
do as she does
love it
partake of her
as she wants
love
of whatever she does
make sure she knows
your presence
and power

for if not
              you will disappear

but love of her
will require
more than all you have

We

We all juggle balls
trying to  survive
until our demise
always the expected surprise



We all end each day
amusing another
assuming another
and when the sun's
risen form
adorns
our complacent
wonder
We forget
we are but another
in another place
seeking reason
for why everything
exists

We find religion
its paradox
and irrational belief
relieving
our most personal
fear

We feel its invisible
love
expressed as all

   all
which is always
in chaos
at war with itself
within which we
   are
          all
its thought
its work
its word

America

We maybe
the very best of what
has been,
but this success
exists purely from the past


and a Constitution
suiting its own people
better than anything
else
it will forever
last
because it is a people
free
to express
again
and again
its individual

Art of Love - One

if i loved her
no captions would exceed
my expressions
those that derive from moments



the ones
where you avoid the obvious
of how much
will you give to have her

i will give all
if i want her

Want

what a fool a word
has made
of all that dream
its thought
when all can be



is one
a single thoughtful gaze

a stare

is when occurs
an It
in bed alone

thinking
                of its ceiling

War

dancing is much more than just an art

Life of NonSense

Dr Who
did not die
and Time became One
when asked what happened,
he replied


a woman

man desires
what he is near to

when this cycle stops
so do the bumblebees

The Diamond

i dug the earth
on my knees
i crawled to be the first
only to know
and to be known
i was the first
to see

the marvel
of the first feel
follows magnificence
that drew
the sword that heard
it
was your own
self denial killing It

You
the way no one else can

feel
is odd in all
we truly are
it is our greatest substance
A la carte
the one shraddha
we all know
our inner most

dark,
a hidden cave
where only ergo
i go

and here compresses
that
great strength
to draw upon the earth's mightiest

itself
expelled from its
inner bowel
blasting a bit
precious diamonds of Self

its indivisible being
essence of eternity
its broken bits
consisting purely
Of
it
the Self

Beautiful Perfection

to love beauty is no crime
to want for it
is what all want

such a woman
transcends normal thought
but dominates more than all,
she is a force onto none other
that equal her

she
i could love eternally

but for her
i must gain permission
to admire,
because all women are alike,

none of them are free

Corrina

i have nothing
and  would say nothing
but i must say this
one truth

one thought to those
who fix time upon
their module of hope
be it belief or trust
that all will be just

that pretty brunette
the model i love
i would love
but she is them
that government, the one not giving
but always taking

but she is us
just like us
wanting to help us
do not misunderstand
she is wanton of us

Corrina is still with us
the Lady lives within us
love her
want her
please give us
her

Equality and Freedom - 2

And so it appears

A != B or A > B && A < B

Whatever. Equality and freedom are not equal.

Infinite Differences

i do not know who
god is
though i know
many who do
almost all agree
i am assured
one does exist

but for what?

on this no one agrees

yet it serves to connect

Obsession

we can think anything and that should serve as proof of everything
and of this you think nothing
but you are the one i am taunting and annoying with this message
would your beauty matter to any if i had not known it,
would you even know me if i had not seen it,
and i have been and loved it better than any favorite desire
could ever devour

lover what was it, that drew you near?
came here because you are here or belong here
you are because i am here . . .

Individual

 could not imagine
another’s joy
what it means to them
each day
be it morning
or evening
to be there again
once more
is defined by each
never by one

Poet: ovidd

Easter

enjoy!

iT

i see when you wake
i am
on you when i sleep



you awake
i wait
only to view
you
endlessly
i could watch


i want you


i can not stop
dreaming
i know that all
is foolish
circumstance


but your eyes
the thought, of
just looking at you

lust
if only i had that,
why would i

need else


but i do not have
that
and if i did
i could not dwell
upon
it

Equal

equal is equal
only to itself
therefore
anything else
is not
and there are no equals
for everything
is unequal

one
will always win
over another
in any endeavor
one
will always be more
beautiful
than any other
in still another competition

there are no equals
except equal
which is equal
only to itself

Retired Supposedly

if one has forever
i wonder if that really matters
because the process
of living
never ceases
even for gods