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Ever Being |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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It was somewhere tween the emblem, of always and that masked mark of zero, where we started to know each others cipher, and sentimental, finger speak. Do you remember? Do you remember how we came to be, on that beach of black dice that had characters, instead of snake eyes, where we walked unseeing into the foresight of conception, that laid on squares of lava beds groping over riffs and cliff openings, buttes jutting into the sky, collisions of stretched junctions amid, these bodies of bucking water and byways of flesh flushed peaches and freeways, breaching each bump, soft in the road untraveled, erupting, on rows of ink like island keyes in search of, our own holy braile, of parted lip language liqudus, in its thirst, and forthcoming. Each night I compose on my baby, grand as we would take turns playing, our piano of penscript rising, from beneath the squinted eyes, of sand, writhing rhapsodies to pair apart, interlocking the notes between us forever engaged in the harmonious humming, of our would be scrabble song of crush and beguin, tickling, each others ivory faced fancy of expressive ebonies, banging, ballads against backdrops of impaled unison, savored, and swirled. As we chanted to mouth on the psalms, of our trebled hands. . I am, a penmanship sailing. Without the pen. A mighty mast waving, in the endowment of its, coupe de plume brushing, across the brow of your bow as you signal me back in glowing surges of heaven scent midnight codes, right in the mainstream of this A, B, Sea alpha, that no one wanted to, bet, on lonely togetherness without one, single regret. I was born, on a heartbeat. A thousand reasons, why not ago. Before doubt was attached by strings, to limitation. Do you remember? Do you really, recall? By the way, you were there, too. Right there next to me, clasping the hands of my dying deliverance showing me, the way to run. But I didn’t. I just couldn’t and I, never can. These blue oceans that abound, in birds, and music, and in feelings, they all abide, in the student, in us in the pupils. that care to listen, to the visions that only eyes that look into the throat of the sun, can smell, and know. Yes, it was somewhere tween the emblem, of A for always and that masked mark, of Z for zero, where we started to know each others cipher, and sentimental, finger, speak. Do you remember? It was right in the middle of that black sea that our fingers use when we want to touch one another, where L lays soft beneath clouds of grace, and elegance in the middle, of 26 chances. That symbol, L, is my favorite, letter. It represents laughter and like, and… well, you know, that other, L word, the one that ends with an i. I always thought it was really special how the first two letters of your name and the first two of mine make up, your name. Your eyes are my grapes and your kiss, is my wine This keyboard is, the closest I’ll ever come, to the soft of you’re demure. As you always and forever will be, just my type. Others have listened but you, are the only one who ever really, heard me. Trapped, in this endless crossword puzzle of going down, cross, and sideways, in dreams alone. Your smile. Ever being the, beginning of my world. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Wow oh wow. Your writing is so clever. You use words like few can or do. I love the innuendo of your poetry and how smokey hot you make me feel inside. Encore, Richard friend. xoxox A |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thanks sweet Ali, you are such a charmer! Hey whatever I can do to keep you warm and cut back on the amount of logs you need to carry in  Dream soft dear friend. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Beautiful as always but also very sad. The spirit roams that is for sure but perhaps too unsettling for us mere mortals. Write on though, my friend, because I so enjoy trailing down the page. Helen |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
So close, you can almost touch, yet so far, hence the poet's pining for his lady of vanishing ink. Sad and so so good all at once. |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
well, i believe this one is my new favorite one of yours...it's so passionately writtem full of the most awesome imagery...a brilliant piece of art...love it, my friend There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You write with a passion that is so pure. You surely draw the reader in and up close, and it makes me sad when I reach the end of your poems. I will never tire of reading you, not ever. So many warm hugs to you, Richy~ |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thank you Helen, you are just tooo sweet!! |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Emma I swear you just read my mind to a tee, how did you do that? Love you my friend. |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Thanks so much Faith, this one got away from me a bit, it has, some potential but it just didnt have the flow I wanted... eeesh I just get so impatient and post sometimes before the write has ripened enough... thank you dear friend, you're very sweet! |
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Richy Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050 |
Are you, sure Lori? You make sure and tell me if you ever change your mind okay. Thank you dear one... your comments sometimes make my eyes get... well you know... Richard (((((You)))))) |
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