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ANARCHY OF THE HEART

How long did senseless reign
Of feeling rule the heart?
Where all actions purposed
Deep within they start
Up from the center ushered
Protocol to write
To copy out in longhand
Dictums penned in spite
For no discerning cause
Reason then had fled
Data, schedules, certainty
Spewed forth, wasted, bled
As smiles of meaning crept then
When dawning thought birthed slow
Flew right in releasing
Kilowatts aglow
So what’s the better way now?
Is it copy, hard and fast?
Or by our sight and sound selves
Governed, decided, cast
Moving towards our eighty years
Paragraphed by rest stops
Taking in the scenery
Chuckled forbearance adopts
Chaos gone awry now
To order given way
Once anarchy of the heart
In peace holds fact at bay.

SILENCE

Whispers in breathless air
To a yearning ear
A heart that breathes its own pity
Beating not for itself
But for another
Who knows not its loneliness
Nor sees its loveliness
Hope is in the beating itself
That emanates the very life
Which drives it onward
Offering soft messages to its beloved
Yearning for them to be captured,
Enjoyed, understood, caressed, savored
Matrixed, enmeshed as a vine and lattice
That is who I am
No more
No less
But all that
For you.

COFFEEHOUSE

We sit in quiet wonderment
‘Round square candlelit tables
Pondering the meaning
Of paradoxical fables
Wrought by understanders
Played upon guitar
Questioning, answering
Who and what we are
We come a little closer
Not so much, but some
Ferreting out life-truths
Then half the battle’s won.
Half the war is fought
Half the battle played
Just half the people realize
Our lives are but half-made
To search
To ponder
To answer
And then
To question…

Dalmatian

I spotted a Dalmatian
Who did not appreciate my artistry
He disagreeably snarled
At my tapestry
Ate my brush
Along with precious black enamel
I was relieved
Upon as mongrels will
My pants dripped
I, standing still
Observing brilliant spots
Too cowardly
Unequipped to simply jot
My name on his artistry
All I could exclaim:
Dog gone!

Johnkul007
9/29/12

ROSES

A thousand roses would I give you,

Buy the whole red fragrant field

In some fair glen

To seal your heart

Set it afire and amend

The hurts, the wounds

The tears I’ve served

Sweet melody, golden lass

Hues of cream and primrose mingled

Draped in ivory silk for skin

It is you I smell and feel

And talk to in my dreams

You I dance with my whole life through

Come dance with me…

BOTTLED LOVE
A bottle of green love
Lay docile on my dresser
While shafts of languid light
Pushed through its smoky sides.
It must have thought, as bottles think That days are given solely to drink Nostalgic moments in sips
Of impassioned memories.
It never travels far
This timeless, dust-covered jar,
Ne’er far save in spirited light-years Voyaged with past lovers’ eyes and ears
Hearts endeared and lives enshrined
In lead crystal, clear as now
Opalescent past, and future, too.
But you, you the clarity constrained Until one day it dropped and drained. The decanter slowly emptied,
Its bright green gave way
To sweet air clear
The jar still sits, quite happily, queer Like a Mona Lisa smile it winks Pondering your wonderment.