grandeur, tonality, judgment…

grandeur
tonality
judgment
invocation
agreement
viciousness
calloused
judgmental
evaluative
perusing
causational
formative
operative
constructive
abstruse
longing
yearning
lusting
craving
colding
holding
which way is best
closet
folding
germane
scolding love
my hosed
holding
mane
folding
balancing
excitement
pleasure
contusion
monstrosity
veracity
resting arms
lonely eyes
swarms
pastels gentle
smile
like the wind
beautiful
waiting
blown away
frail leaf
flicker
of sunlight
your existence
come again
then gone
breaking stone hearts
he worried
about himself
again
scornful face
unchangeable
unconstant
unseeming
he forgave
the lies
we told ourselves
our thoughts
and the trees
golden rustled
in muddy green
daily girl
perennial smile
unfaked
informed
weathered
right place
right size
gentle mother
loving gentle.

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played it on worry…

played it on worry
the day,
fell on
towards ends
hard played,
the ends
more clear than
your face,
my breath,
mind o’erworn
for there called
another καλον
made clear
the face
clear through
and over
you’ll find
my hands
in the art
of eyes
and stones
the sand
flat called
polished face
cold greys
air clearer
cold swept away
my green Pasteur
glowed long
soaked over
so simple
the upright dirt
for whom
from when
for how
in the cracks
of paradise
ideal
my ears
colored grey
in darkness
fallen the hills
the light
older than all
fled
across the rooftops
befell
the puddle.

platonic sickness

if i
only lived
before i live
i might
do right
the next
ten years
before falling
really in love,
living
really at home,
really
with my family;
i might look
at the million hers
with less purpose
and more ease
and she might
look the same,
not yet tired
or indebted
or worried
about
regretted unaccomplishments.
for a second
her image flickered
in my head
half unconscious
and I but shadows
remember
though I run
mental marathons
to re-paint
the picture
theorem in the fire
of consciousness;
i have dreamed
that face
for nearly ten years,
growing with me
yet unavailable
a message
a fantasy
or an ideal
at whom
with whom
i stare
through others
our minds
the same
inseparable knife
through
a fabric of mind
spacetime
i would
know you
even
if i didn’t
see you
feel you
as in of me
a mirror
within patterns
reorganized
and called
the life of me
my mind
you were
were you
but here
i gaze
at your face
in pieces.