Christmas Day lentils ....



.... may your days be filled with as much warmth & goodness!

awaiting

Christmas Eve day ......



.... on the lookout, with rapt anticipation!

The Eternal Naked

for some

there is no cover
never enough clothes

for some

there is
The Eternal Naked

can't grab for the sheets
can't quite get to the trees
can't out-run memory

and
It Is Cold

confusion now its
own layered comfort

I get to
keep not understanding
what I never understood

but then to face
and remember
The Senseless Known

(how can one un-live a moment?)

an hourglass stream
of the same grain
forever

it seems

even waterfalls
someday will
crumble & dry

the fabric won't stay
the trees can't cover
memory doesn't sway

The Fact
keeps burning
in Frozen Time

I can never dress enough
to re-cover
The Eternal Naked


....................................................................... bastards

cold nights

You are an elegance
of uncaptureable beauty
I love your words
and miss your sounds
still

The night cold did not matter
the warmth was in our being
darkness had no hold
as our eyes were the light

only the foolish
filled the spaces
that we did
only the foolish
hold those times
warm in their
hearts and hands
we are beautiful
fools
better still from
the wisdom of our depths
and from the pain of
our impossibilities
i love it

you will never cease
to ignite my senses
or to light my memories

neither will you ever lose
my heart
my fondness
my gratitude
or my whimsey

cold nights
that
warm forever

parade of desire
circus of need

spotlight the moment - present the pain

sharing the shadows
we curl the light

retreat
and
return

again
once again

there was a spark
that hit the floor

i may have been running at the time

it didn't wait for me to notice

and still

it burned

home here

Home

inside
&
below

being together

to be

Here

mists of reach

open anticipation

available

I found it finding me

forward

to Prepare

is

to Release

re-turn

Sideways
we walk the night

that rolling cluster sparkle

shallow clouds slow-dance
glancing sunset's eyes

asphalt stream
liberation
urban gravity release

I turn to fall up
clearing
past a river sky
counterpoint

all electric overhead
your comfort beam guide

while this darkness
pillow blossoms

I return
and answer

why

oneview

i don't remember asking for this

but then

i believe i may have granted permission

long ago

much like ...

One Life - many Livings

much like

One Gravity - many Gravitations

and

One Electric - many Electricities
One Music - many Musicings

so

One Love - many Lovings

treasured dirt

from the grains of sand I count
and the dirt they form together
in their sculpt I may just see
such steps as they helped

lift

by a pen
or from a splash
intention may be cleared

although we turn and hide our flesh
arrival
known & feared

I treasure every splash
revel in the precious silt
for of such multed muck
my gifted moments have been built

from
dirt
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remembering a Corner of Punk's

from a punk's corner exchange:
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Dear your choice of identity, here, Lapin,

If I have received anything at all from you, been opportunity to review expectation and prejudice. That of my private neighbourhood. Met more than who I knew, with again opportunity of Dash or Dodder.

Your solitary request promote at "SN" site - clueless and incapable at the moment, for
my lack from both clue and postulate capability. Some may write REFLEX NESCIENCE, only to follow with Sardonic parade abroad. Reminder to practice emotional interpretations as
singular biased y' no global.

One's offering of INtimate privacy perhaps a 2nd generation pageant to no-where, depending upon -where. Here is a -where. (clueless whatever).

A gambit, a game, one mind in it's frame.

Say "you can't have it", and keen the yearning.

Better - a crumble of light begets a dark so wide : That's not me in all of there...?

To traipse with the wisdom of foolishness re-found.

My lesson, my gratitude.

And again but bluntly: arcopal2 will never open on my particular MemoryBox, organical or other.

Yours too sincerely, collectively, and opaquely,

pcpaki me + my marriage partner's home country
n.b.t. a call to empathy for where I don't understand
Digi
Flickering Filly - not really a horse, with gender winking

> (07/06/06 percieved less a date than a space)