Love — Cares — Wants — AN Endless Treadmill — A Poem
Love The Wise Word — Fools Play; Wiser One's Jade — Beauty-up, heavenly still be that touch, Was and When it was.
To live by an undying love
Is like loving the marble statue.
A care — a want, a daring worry.
Menaced nary by the cruelties of passing time —
Daring to and fro the foaming
Seas, whence the light came,
Back down the stormy basement
Of loss and decay.
I could rest alive, ever am I in indebted
To the man who put his life on me —
Who gave his name out without a hint
On a cross note, touching those
Losing lips now.
As summer remotes its due
Poetry is a trick of the mind
Conceiving, art and full
You’re never so deceiving?
Are you sickly babe —
A hulking did by Heft within
The humane frame;
Texted grave by the scriptures,
Jutting, he eagerly awaits the gay.
An accord flat for the pressing
Of erotic sheets, mouthed by her
Womanly fragrances —
A rootworm busted upon the blazing
Of his shield and crowds, they however
Have risen to just sleep after first courting
With days stricken beyond a love, a care, a want.
Wanton and beholden remains the trick
By the inclines of the produced word
A treadmill endless to decipher the
Love, Care, and Want.
A care endless, a love thick, a want desirable.
To live by this undying love
Is a wive to the spine and pages of
A demain God — endless and untouchable.
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