seemingly she’s shut her eyes to what everyone can see plainly to them a complicated mural to her a blank wall fuzzy and gray anyone watching sees the lines comingling colors mixing paths and signals crossing or maybe that’s the problem but she still blocks the view is it innocent or purposeful that’s the unanswered question…
seemingly she’s
shut
her eyes to what everyone can
see plainly
to them a complicated
mural
to her
a
blank
wall
fuzzy and gray
anyone watching sees the lines
comingling
colors mixing
paths and signals crossing
or maybe that’s the problem
but she still blocks the
view
is it innocent or purposeful
that’s the unanswered question
they always have
to ask
Complications always ensue when no one will see how self-interest could be extended to the love of all if they would accept it without a fight, but without clarity of purpose everyone can be seen as unfocussed…
Cyrano’s Sword
I look for that elusive love answer
promising relief and defeat
of evil sorrows loosed
on the world by swords
forged in ignorance
I don’t yet see how
harp words are mightier
than the thunder swords
of nature’s fury
striking out like
a twisted tree branch
of doom
For their protuberance,
even swordfish sword play
although they eat not tubers
like men with sword poles
who cast in waters
for fighters and the
fishy taste of war
When there’s pillaging in the village,
the women who love love
want the men to fight
to love them from harm.
We shall be nosey
sniffing for evil before perfume
having pearls before swine
We must lust for a fight
and fight for a lust
if we are to blow our own noses.
Without a love fight
I’d have cold
shoulders
to sneeze away my life
because harp words
are not sharp swords
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