The heavens may forget
that lovers sit on idle haunches
waiting for the stars to fall
for lust to make manifest.
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A faith so strong shall fall before the end
to gods: the men who shatter wills on truth
and fruitless will their search come to an end
for truth will conquer strength and hope with proof.
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The strength I draw from you I make my own
to fight for you so happy you can be
and of this strength I hope it's eas'ly shown
through strength for you my love enhanced be.
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All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
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It's a way to live:
(in this space between the stars)
all the falling happens
with opened arms.
...
I.
Poetry is taking a blind man
and trying to describe the rainbow to him
using no adjectives.
...
The ability to torture the reader,
Like other writers torture me,
Is a comfort.
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There once was a man
who thought it was better to love
than to live at all.
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Wakened by the turbulence of thought
and fed by hopes more insolent than lies,
this log we need, too soon shall start to rot
when on it stands the one who holds the skies
...
I have a creeping suspicion
that life is a collection of no
in a container of yes.
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