Q: How do you write music, melody, poetry, without

Frag
ments?
Falling from my head to
my lap. Clattering from the
pockets of my
coat patched with
rainbows. Writing in
snips, strips – fabric cut from the
whole it was
woven into the
whole of the complete
weaving in fragments too I sit shattering into
the rubble of
words.
De-struction
De-con-struct-ion. The
questions now bubbling – thoughts
concrete, reality scattered in
metaphors. “Why can’t I
say exactly what I
mean?” The
ink that
flows so smoothly to the paper leaves
nonsensical squiggles that
form together in a
moment into
remains
of mistakes which
stitch themselves together, if you
angle the
page just
so.
Felt
The shreds back into
one even though the blueprints have not
even been dreamed into the
delicate life of reveries crashing
together in the reality of
one                  breath              .

Don’t
push me into the
gasp by
the gaps
into the next spell of the
thoughts
into
shattering
felt
stitch
of
breath.

Chocolate mahogany.

I long for your ivory skin,

But all you ever give me

Are these useless fragments.

You say,

“Stitch them together,

I know they fit.”

But how do I stitch together sounds

With just my fingers?

And when I leave, to journey far,

What can I take with me?

Memories, just as invisible

As your echoes

And as the black marks I have left

On this page for you

In a moment of confusion.

 

But I keep coming back to you

And your familiar, smooth-flowing

And beautiful reveries of poetry.

I’ll always respond in fantasies and cycles of reveries.

I adore your beauty

And how you are filled

With joy ever time I want

To make love.

The way you sigh and moan

Beneath my fingers is all

The spark my ardor needs

For hours.

I know your sweet notes,

And know they are always there for me,

Except those rare, stubborn stuck moments

Which take my gentle hand to giggle the key.

I let my knowing hands smooth

Your willful ways until our voices

Can fly through stars again.

You’re always willing to listen

And even when I am unable to speak

You’ll sing my tired tears to sleep.

 

Dear one, I love you so.

Even though I’m leaving you soon,

I’ll think of you often,

I love to sing with you, dear Stella,

The way our voices resonate together.

As we lean close, never quite touching

Except through haunting melodies,

We dance through the air.

My love, I know we haven’t been together long,

And all I long for is hours by your side,

But I must leave soon.

My hands will be occupied

By holding the road

And squeezing the miles through my finger tips.

Sweet one, I know after my road reveries

I will be different. I will feel new

As my hands flow over your keys

~ how could I possibly stay the same?

After all, my feet will stir air in circles

As I fly through foreign fields,

And my hands will wield tools

Made to change the shape of the earth.

But I promise you this,

My fingers will occupy themselves

Each night with writing riddles

Of thoughts of you.

And my voice will be endlessly singing

To you – sending cycles of sound back to you,

In this home we’ve made together.

 

Endlessly yours, until the end of the road,

When my cycle brings me back to embrace your resonance,

~ Your Lover

Void and Substance, Substance and Void, the Lotus and Spear, Phallus and Yoni.

Silence – Void                        

Vend ice soil

C violin seed

Vince soiled

Veiled coins

Dens cielo ~ V

Dive on slice

I loved Since

One Evil Disc

Silencio dev

Civil nosed-e

Elvis coined

Dec – I love sin

C vision leed

Slid eco-vine

Void – Silence                           .

 

 

 

Substance – Voice

Sit vs Ace Bounce

Stance vice cobu

Be vain scot cues

Sconce but as vine

Stone ov cube scab

Cone vue stab sic

Boast cues vice

Veins cue to cabs

Obtuse case Vince

Because not vics

Because scion TV

Cause cont vibes

C suit bone caves

Voice  – Substance

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