Deeper meaning floats the peaking flower
Devours my soul, peaks our sighs.
Moments,
Never still-born lies.
Never still
Water Lilies
never
fail to float in the dew-pond of our singular psyche.
Visions & versions allure
Dances with darling.
Our inner middle is their riddle.
The world’s far away ‘pick-me-downs’
Swing us up in rapturous laughter.
Then bring endless places where
Kisses quiver between dewdrops.
And scattered diamond lights flicker around
The corners of our multilayered rainbows
Called eyes
And I
I am out of my mind
Pleasure and pain
Search-ing the “ings” of life
The odd sounding mysteries of life
Days warm-ing distant region-ings
Oh, giving up on not
Attending to life’s “ings”
Lov-ing mostly
Paint-ing
Rain-ing
Sometimes
Rant-ing
Always Feel-ing the “on Purpose” part of pangs, Age
Spending more time in out of time
Emotions...
Is it wrong to be so
Emotional!
Love so deep,
Other parts of life don't dare draw near
"Being strong and dealing with it" (what a joke)
this is not really dealing with it.
It is a way of avoiding
it.
If we are quiet and watch moon circle brokenness
Damp eyes with pyre strength know
Each other
That’s facing the reality of
it.
That's dealing with it
Feeling, "on purpose",
The anti-numbing of
Every ounce of love...
Deeper love seems an
Uncharted wholesome heaven.
We end up...where? The unknown? Truth & trust? Either way, like any hot blooded strange springtime allure,
Deep intrigues of wisdom from ministers and idiots
No longer self-censor us.
"Good think-ing" never goes far enough.
I’d rather meet love to get ready
Than get ready to meet love
Wouldn’t you rather, my audience
Choose to
Meet God to get ready
than
Get ready to meet God?
Dear woman
Trust the inside
You’re not alone
My love,
I am here and
I will love you forever and ever
I meet you where you are at
Following my heart,
Going where the love is
Is worth ing-ing for.
I’ll never beg for distraction
Go-ing where the love is...
I
keep love pure by focus-ing on it, alone.
Alone?
It's all that matters in the end.
Heart.
Intellectual-ing emotions helps people move on...
But when they rouse to rest
Realizing they never really lived….
And what to do then?
And I
I can't live that way.
Your Timo
The Warrior Poet
is always lov-ing you...
(because you have shown me "love is a verb"
I know…I know
I will never drown in a cold world
Because you have been here
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