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Older women cannot be fooled but
Their hearts can be broken
Tread lightly my friend on souls
refined with fire
Speak softly to ears pierced
With the sound of good bye's
Never look an older woman
To intently in the eyes lest
You see a thousand tears
Of her lost loves
Instead, cup her cheek
In hand and give her
The kiss of hope
She may whisper to
You the secret..
Of the stars

Cafe

Oh, my love..
I know your heart has wearied
In the heat of the day
So many sorrows have
Filled your heart with
Dismay
And you think, 'how many
Sunsets must set upon
My dreams of joy..
I cry, as perhaps many
Hearts do
About a lost dream of
Love
That time has forgotten
We have strayed so far
From the essence of
Bliss
We were captured by
The violence of mind
And the thoughts of
An inferior self
We burn our lives away
And grow old under
A merciless sun
We have tasted life
But we do not know
From whence
It came
We spit hatred upon
Our misfortune
We bless the hour when
Our stomach's are
Full
But as surely as this old
Earth keeps on turning
Our mortal bodies shall
Return to the dust
And shall we not give an
Account with how we dealt
With our love and hate?
The beast of the field and
The bug in the dirt will
Not reap
the whirlwind
But we.. are the crown
Of creation
Should we not attend
To the needs of our
Soul?
Cafe

American poet

I'm looking for the rainbow arched
Above troubled waters
I'm looking for my souls
Dream of that far away
City of gold
I'm looking for that
Darkened cloud that
Never sheds a tear
I look and I wonder
By some magical
Whisper of life
I look for a perfect
Love
Some place to lay
My weary tears
I look for the crown
Of life everlasting
I am but a humble
Slave waiting for
The kiss of God
I await for the
Touch of what
Cannot be
Imagined
I yearn for your
Salvation
Fantasy cannot
Save me
But my love
Is everlasting
It is..
Never ending..

Cafe

American poet

She's just a kiss away from
Heavens gate
She's just a smile I've
Seen through a glass
Darkly
She's bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh
An epiphany of my
Forgotten dreams
She is a thousand
Years of my souls
Thirst
Beckoning me to
A world unknown
She whispers healing
To the last wilting
Flower of my soul
And can set my
Foot on streets
Of gold
She speaks softly
From beyond the
Stars
She lives within
The veil of life
Her throne was
Fashioned in the
Courts of valor
In the crucible of
Blood and passion
She is often heard
Lamenting in the
Fires of her longing
Tears
And though her sobs
Of mercy is known
To few
And her outstretched
Arms broken on
A cross
Her name is whispered
In every handful
Of dust
She is called
wisdom..

Cafe

"Genesis"



Life is born amongst us here, unceasing and always relevant...
we see it with every breath...the crest of the Sunflower so bright,
the unstable footing of the newly born fawn,
the erratic patterns of the Dragonfly.

Ah yes! Even death is but a moment in time, subsumed by the life it replaces...
a doorway perhaps ~ a fortuitous return to what was, only much more....
and even to return to this sacred place...this grove of wonder and splendor.
Through three valleys and seven gates...I remember it all , across glade and spring...
from just below the timberbreak...I see her now.

I've been here before.... to be sure!
Between the hedgerow, she pauses, smiling, welcoming me back once again.
Looking into the heavens, she points me to their path....Luna, Orion and Sirius...
Majestic movements, witness the silent hum of the oribits above!
The music of spheres ring true tonight my friend ~
Under the mosaic of the heavens ... we dance...
the perpetual dance of the the evening sky reflected in her eyes...
...we dance...


Gregory Sexton

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Love is billed as a blockbuster
A must see for all!
She signs autographs for
A pressing crowd and
Even has a star on
The walk of fame
Camera's flashing the
Media in uproar
She is the talk
Of the town!
Love.. Everyone wants
To speak her name
But she was maligned
In the press
Distained by personal
Opinion
Love is now wearing
A tainted dress
Love kissed your
Hated friend
She was seen walking
In rags to feed the
Hungry
She stood outside your
Cold dark cell and
Smiled at you through
Prison bars
She carried your beaten
Body to the warmth of
Her cozy fire
Her abode is but sticks
And mud
In her eyes you felt
A healing born of
Some nameless star
You tasted her life
In your pain wracked
Body
You saw her fame in
The mercy of her
Tears
You have been make
Whole in the blessing
Of a new hope
You have become a
New creature born
Of some unspeakable
Joy
You clench your trembling
Fists and vow, 'that you too
Shall become a child
Of love.'

Cafe

I wear truth's true hat, fits so well
got million ones, not one will I sell

shall wear green sleeves
even if they morph into leaves

strike a path remove dread
be true to it dear, it is a lovely head

I wear truth's hat in gratitude
never part with this blissful quietude

or will the storm of heavily laden hate
swish it off... my true mate...?

as truth be my witness
I shall be true in truth's steady earnestness

Can't love you enough
Though I wish I
Could love you
More
I wanna pour my
Magic into your
Soul
But there are so
Many thorns in
Your heart
I keep crying out
To you
I cup your cheeks
With my hands
In tears you tell
Me to let it be
You just want
To leave
Your heart has
Been torn by a
Thousand arrow's
Pain of life has
Hit it's mark
So I sit in the
Dust with you
My kiss ever
Upon your neck
"Don't leave me
My love in the
Shadows of this
Darkened world"
But your spirit
Kissed me with
Dimond tears
And you fell
To the dust
I held your body
And whispered in
Your ear words
That bled from
The oceans of
My heart

Cafe

American poet

THIS DANCE


If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns.



GMS75
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Posted: January 2nd, 6:00 PM CST

He stood proud and strong
this monument of a bygone man.
His helmet glistened
shield and staff held high.
But I heard his cry
"pigeons be gone
your shit is eroding my metal."

"Silly monument, I said
in my head.
Bygone men were real
made of stronger steel.
The shit they had to bare
certainly did not scare.

They survive through you.
So cut the crap,
for now, it's raining
the shit away.