THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
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love is the answer
river i love you
my irrelevant benevolent ments lacking evidenceerode to show our golden tongues are built upon
false sediment
life is complicated and yet utter simplicity
the question is what you choose to do with it.
live long and prosper.
JuneJune
yo contemplo en el vasto mundo, donde el sol brillo, donde las estrellas sentenyan,
done las piedras rrspseonsan, donde las plantas viven, y viviendo creccen,
donde los animales sientendo viven, donde el hombre, dotado del alma, al espiritu, mtu
...al espiritu, morada da...
what is death else but my breath no more?the color fallen from my cheeks?
my hands cold?
my legs stiff stick?
my hurt no more
this be death tis a joy i sing
my once stifled soul set free
unhemped by the rain nor claim from the sun
this be the death tis a joy i sing
truly there is but one thing i do regret in death
that i cannot feel its joy
but regret is to feel
and to feel i can no more
so truly, it is a joy
my love for you is as the stars lighting beautifying the heavens forever
as you have glorified the earth for me
my love for you, a fire becomes
that plucks the strings
that beats the durums
that makes me sing the song that i do
if there be anything more lovely your legs, your arms, your face
if there be anything, it's your soul
forever a vapor in my heart
come, fill my waiting arms
in my heart i make for you a hiding place
if you find yourself unworthy of my words
let me pluck the tongue from my mouth
the eyes from my head, and let silence, my curse forever
if i but betray you let my legs fail
and my arms and hands go limp
my tongue turn to ashes
and silence, be my curse forever and my smile my frown be ,
my laughter tears, forever salting my taste
letme know no other softness than your breast
no other warmth than your body
no other pride and joy than your child
"say father, there's poetry in our family isn't it?"father says, "yes son, from the tops of our heads to the tips of our toes"
son says, "what a masterful gene to have flowing in your veins, as great as the billowing sea if not greater."
father says, "well perhaps as great as the sea, but not greater."
son says, "has your age ebbed your strength?
do you not conceive that the earth is not swallowed in the sea's surging liquid mass while the poet encompasses worlds
he wears the stars for a crown but searches the darkness for a light."
father says to son that the is bound by its shores
but the poet is also bound ,
bound by his gift.
without god, when it snows , it snows, and when it rains, it rains
and when the sun shines, its sunny
and when i'm dead, i'm dead
there's no place in the world to hurry to be where you are
and get there as soon as you can
yes death and thus forever blown across the earth from mountain to mountain blown by the great solo winds
from planet to planet from galaxy to galaxy
unto to great dust collector of the universe
the fleeting time betrays man's trust
it mocks his ashes in the dust
make haste for soon the worms and maggots will dance and shout
and the wind will blow what's left about
so plant your seeds as best you can
note well each sunrise and sunset
death comes slowly it seems
slowly it seems
poems of poets screaming in my earslike the birds i killed
like poems that have died in my hands
like the ones i never willed
poems of poets like the birds i killed
poems of poets accusations like ropes around my throat
for the poems i never wrote
poems of poets flying above my head
like the birds i killed
return from the dead
We the people of NewYork City, in order to form a more imperfect union, establish justice for all, prevent tranquility at all costs, provide
for every person no matter the need, promote the minority, and secure th
blessings of liberty amd freedom to ourselves and our city, do ordain and
establish the United City of New York.
life is complicated and yet utter simplicityt the quetion question iswhat you choose to do with it. live long and prosper.
i my words are irrelevant
benevolent te stiments lacking evidence
erode to show our golden tongues are built upon false sediment
yo contemplo en el vasto mundo, donde el sol brillo, donde las estrellas sentenyan, done las piedras ronsan, donde las plantas viven, y viviendo crecen, donde los animales sientendo viven, donde el hombre, dotado del alma, al espiri...al espiritu, morada da..
i'm a dying star in a black sky but i feel like the brightest thing since the hollywood sign.do you remember old movie stars/? they had this cert
tain glow about them that only they possessed. not the moon or any neon
flash could master. i waver in this night thinking about their gold en
locks and cherry lips and those big black lashes and wonder will i ever
be so glamourous? i want to fall on trees and spill star dust on the
leaves but i fade with the morning sun and won't be remembered like those
curls in marilyn;s hair or the mascara on jackies lashes and i think its
better this way because stars are meant to fade. i am not sad.