Thunder
its in my ears
going through my hammer
slamming into the stirrup and whatever else is there
besides the vertigo machine
Calypso
Post humorous calamity
Mary Jane is a bad mama
do you do the doo doo
the rain is back
pitter patter going down
hitting the stone
in my soul
making music in the air
electronic soul
worship the one who saves
pray for those going to their graves
I'm in a love with the music
of the soul in time to dance
but I don't
because I'm writing this to you
my lover
my reader
do you hear the crescendo
echoing out of my emotion maker
is it in my brain or heart
why do we cry
why do I cry over the sound of this beauty
echoing out from within me.
the dark sky is full of stars
pinpoints of light keeping the dark away
who are we to them
am I a poet of dreams
making you see what I see
making you understand what cannot be?
do I relate to you the unfathomed or just repeat what you already know
are you out there my beauty
just like me is your mind free
of 3-D
I'm in the fourth fifth six and seventh
part way into heaven waiting for the rest to go
beloved I cannot go and stop and end
to write such a blend.
of music and thought and tears and peace.
sleep and dream it
live it and make it happen
do I post this to you so you can read
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem