Colorless Green Ideas

We are one world  one life  one light  We are spirits bound to Earth travelling upward childlike into the loam barely able to see  probable impossibilities Born of one mother one father one home. The days of man are numbered. And the days of woman  go beyond. We have made this world our home. There is only one.  

We walk in the cold night air. Naked. Luminous dark , ass exposed. Public. And I am not here, for her to awaken. I whisper. I slip from the bed. Undetected. I have turned into dust. Seize the day that leaps from the erotic night. Hera's gift of sweet sleep. And in Christmas spirit your "he's at home" carefully hidden from the happy children. Light plays stained glass penrose tiles upon your skin from prayer flags that fly in your window. And I left you when the dawn was still dark What of the stars. What of songs. What of the faces of women. All I ever heard was your ever expanding circle like Rilke woke up alone with you The circles that never seem to live up to the ones inside your head. Keep your eye on true north even if I have to move your head for you. It will guide you home, in fair wind whether following sea or storm I remember your face I remember you And Joseph's face was black And Paul walked beneat...

Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance It is a human action Faith is a verb And your trust is my adventure Lose yourself Lose your heart Let your soul run free with me

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This story begins with a storm. The nightmare. Of one I can't seem to form the words to speak the horror Your first vision is of A priest , by the water the nets cold grey eyes And then. The eye of the storm. I can feel it coming. It is in the wind. It is in us. You. And I. We are. Were. Am. Was. Loved. To be in Love. We were in love. Beautiful love. It fades now through tears that begin to lash the sides of the buildings like submachine gunfire out on a lazy tiled afternoon In my memory I am walking towards your home In my memory I worship the ground simply because the ground bore you You know me. I'm the one who wrote. The. Letter. The Very. Specific. Valentine. This storm comes to kill this storm comes to destroy and you and I alone Are Riders You Lithe Alive Me Wise Strong And ride as only a strong ketch triple reef The Storm Siren Dread Camille Teresa Nylce-Prada The Storm Siren Nylce The S.S. Nylce lightn...

wish I knew what you were looking for might have known what you would find and it's something quite peculiar something shimmering and white it leads you here despite your destination under the milky way tonight