Entropy

chaos fills my whole--

no more room to thrash or grow,

It becomes still; calm.

two words

Two words

Like sweet teardrops

Felt on my palms

Escape her lips

As she breathes ecstasy into my ears

And war into my soul

With two words,

My tounge repeats silently,

I grasp for an understanding,

Seek my heart for a response,

But these two words are final,

The beginning and the end

Of all we were when I first saw her and our eyes met only to part in a fleeting grasp for tempestuous cool.

Then these two words when we are one, unknowing, unsure,

These two words define her, as my silence defines me,

With these two words she has opened her heart as my soul struggles tirelessly from my mind's unrelenting grasp.

I hear these two words and feel the etching upon my walls which scream at her touch.

The two words I've waited for, she whispers, "call me"

aphorisms

We dreamers are fools who sow our seeds in the skies and plant our dreams within the earth. But we gain our desire, our longing, while you would gain fulfillment and cease dreaming.

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Love is one soul gaining an understanding of itself through knowledge of another soul

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The civilized are those who would call us filthy for rolling upon the bare earth while they clean themselves with perfumes and lusters

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I once met a man who knew 24 languages but had been deafened in a war. He knew not sign language and so, was dumb

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Joy is the fruit which blossoms from the tree of Life

Sorrow is the roots which consume bitterness to feed the tree of Life

Hope is the seed which sprouts first Sorrow that Life might take form and Joy might blossom in its finest seasons

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He who would stand upon the plains and envy the mountains their height, is the same as he who would stand upon the summit and envy the vastness of the plains

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He is a fool who would rename 'the procrastination of experiencing life,' 'the patience of awaiting death' and find virtue in inaction

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Two roads diverged in the wood and I, too, took the one less traveled by. And when I fell no one was around to hear my cries

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What frustration there is for a poet that a pen cannot scream!

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In companionship, I discovered I can find lonliness apart from solitude; In love, I discovered that I can find solitude apart from loneliness.
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Perhaps horses are better judges of what rivers we should drink from.

phantoms

falling stars strike nature's womb

igniting the earthen flames of our passionate hates

as phantoms' footsteps dry the earth

and they beat a song of silence with their drums

and the harpists of heaven play a tender song of misery

too sad for our ears

the phantoms march on

the harpists' song fades behind darkened clouds

and pierces the hearts of angels

that their tears might fall

and moisten the dry clay in which we lie

but the phantoms march on

breathing cold, death, carrion,

in their wake, we lay,

listening to the beat of their drums

which beat silence into our ears

and truth into our minds

which grasp for lies

and the phantoms march on

ever approaching