People Are Often Unreasonable

"People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may just never be enough;
Give the world the best you have anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,
it's all between you and God  (Grace)***
It was never between you and them anyway. "

"hushhh..."  she repeated, "..yes."

the wind takes my breath

as the page takes print

as the canvas wears paint

letters like leaves

words like wings

there is a rhythm to this wind as it ticks along my spine

seeps beneath expression and the deepest pores 

of praised flesh

calling the shiver chill by name

ineffably moaning namelessness

this wind keeps its own beat

tapping my foot erratically...   as i sit

pacing circles round expectation

silence keeps

fillings stolen from a grave robber's tomb

silence borrows

footsteps ..and the rustling decay of unbound paper ...

lightly disregarding the smell

of impermanence

silence clings

with cool indelibility to still

these moist lips

like ink pricked skin 

owning the verse of ages.. lost and lost

found and found

tugging my ear (again) with gentle teeth and warm exhaling

..the rabid music that defies the cage of my rapid heart

murmuring the slowwww growth of time:

and ..what.. is mine

                                  (mine. mine is mine is..)

mining diamonds to better barter golden claims..

to martyr silvery myths ..

i am his,  possessed.. my lover is my luck

my companion for all midnight maybe

making me co-pilot of conspirator's cravings

my advocate and the devil's truth

making me the (angel) i have never been

always

and, as i would ask love not to fear

i am marked to death ..sick with youth: 

it's the wind, not i..

it's his deathless breath commanding all waves

his twisting violence shaking house and breaking bough.. 

it is his caress quivering my limbs

it is the wind, not i

as our souls mingle equations amending  fickle elements

reckoning unspoken promise 

we are the dance of flame on frost and even more so constant

i beg him:  "Gust!"

i have yet to break

i will bend and thrash

always

to be shaken-- taken apart

made whole

to suffer the concurrency of beauty

sown blind to mind cornerless corners

to pattern shadowless shadows 

upon depthless depths

to gasp the jewels of dawn like birth

i am so awake in his eyes

i

think that i believe

in clairvoyant tides

the music that swims in our skins

bathes us to spin.. .

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rise and fall upon pages

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i will race you to the big rock and back 

let you catch me  always .. somewhere in between

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i think that i believe 

as i listen to tidal breaths ..  ..

and feel your toes .. again

we are the meter of the ocean's verse

the rhyme that dawns pacific

awake of wave's concinnity 

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we are here.. on this blanket big enough

lighting the stars long perished 

with our mortal, blinking eyes ..

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