Concluding verses for my 7th book The THIRD FALL of RACE BROOK - A Poetic Novel & Poems for J (1976-2007)...

Concluding verses for my 7th book The THIRD FALL of RACE BROOK - A Poetic Novel & Poems for J (1976-2007)...

Hence fire dances `neath their eiderdown and trances

By poetic rounds with Italian sounds, profound madly

So to propound gladly the nods of madmen and gods

And sadly the sobs of masses and mobs, all is naught

Usually assumed, unusually presumed all is choice

For in foisted details and hoisted chaos, ample is lost

Yet samples are not if selected, thus love elected

Whence passion infected, the twain, swan and swain

Scoffing naysayers and banes, to bear in fain the pain

Per distance in body, so incurred assistance like bodhi

Refusing mortality, their perfervid ruse contra finality

Excusing commonality, two fitly wooed consequently…

   

(Note to self; time is vapor)

 

Thee I loveth more, more than he

Who thirst for seas then hungers at eve

For his morning kill, since vigor and will

(Affixed and mixed in bone and marrow)

Shalt not wane hence wallow not

Until each thought of thee I dreamt

Tis' fitly sought, O thusly fulfilled

Let my body heap upon thine

As my lust infest to seep inside

Let my soul weep with thine

As my mind rest to sleep by thine

Let my heart keep to thine

As my love seeks deep to find

Thou forever align in kind

Thou forever as mine

  

Nailed to stanchion, a canticle, near station antipodal

Raised upon rocks caudal, a poet’s epistle (la epístola

Tambien la puerta hacia la galería de las miniaturas

De su psicosis), unseen the line between his two seas

Though he feels the shifts as paradigms rift then sift

As bereft rips, clefts by tests at the divide’s tip of crest

While chest and breasts heft to heave then cleave to be

O the voracity as Juan to Haidée and her avidity to him

Spiking their vim to others’ fancies as Wittenberg door

Ergo embers on floor of hearth their something more

Fervorosamente algo más, like rain on moss the lust

Wandering, not lost, in satin mist, wreathing mid this

Their passion consists as love insists, su elección ávida

And so the song thus lyrics upon arrangements, notes sustained emotionally else staccato'ed passionately, each and every rhythm, rhyme, phrase, word, silence and sigh, break and breath all too well connected...

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