I am back on volume 2 of the perfect Idius, which I am entitling “Allistic Writing.” It is an 800 page book on how ot write and live creatively. I think not even a sentence is wasted. But It will take months of editing before it is publishable. I have decided to dedicate the book to “Colleen” – my ideal disciple, my perfect reader, the type of person whom I wrote the book for, an aspiring writer of native brilliance. This first poem is the opener, and the second is the closer of the work. The poetry is not nearly rhetorical enough, rather simple straightforward stuff, but I think contextual it does its job.
dani
For Colleen
Our Place
There is a secret place
In my secret heart
The center of my central garden
The eternal place
Of utter self
Where no person ever shall approach
Neither man nor woman
Neither God nor Goddess
Can ever know this place.
(You are with me here.)
The pit of our hidden love
Fell like eternity upon this sacred ground
Hidden from the eyes of law and man.
We work in duty while in the world
And never earn a hint of blame,
While the peach of our love grows strong
In this our hidden place
As if it's purity were a crime!
From the tender nestle of vulnerability
Grows our World Tree
Which will fill every place and all the universe
You alone belong in the center of my being.
(Here, we are I.)
Fresh
The inner door at
The heart of every song
opens wide for me
Now that I have your love
-- Oh my lover true!
The laughter of children
Makes me weep and laugh
Now that I have your love
-- Oh my lover true!
Every tear I see
Bleeds my feelings raw
Now that you've melt my heart
-- Oh my lover true!
Now that I have your love
I want to see
Every scene of life again
This time with an open heart
that I never knew was closed
Until you opened me
With your love
-- Oh my lover true!
\~ @M@ ~/
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