New-New Hampshire: Muse
Simple
I'm not for pre-fixes, I'm for love.
Not for politics' weight, On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push, And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle; My life is for love.
The Sky Goes Wonderful
Once in a blue moon the sky goes wonderful. And all I think about is the moon. And you... marvelous you.
And chocolate... And apple pie...
And I wonder...
Chocolate...
And apple...
And pie...
The apple pie. The chocolate.
The Marvel Us.
Just you. Just me.
And chocolate... And apple...
And pie...
And Just Us.
Makes Sense
The world is (n)either right (n)either wrong Anymore.
There’s no more War anymore. Well, maybe That one.
The world is Not too long, Or too short Anymore.
Not too much of Much too much Anything much Anymore.
But this one thing is true :
That when I see you, And you’re there,
And the stars, And all that
Romantic shit Is in the atmosphere,
Then the world is clear. Life means something.
When you’re there, And there’s that
Romantic shit in the air,
The card aisle makes sense.
Hasta
Un dia, Un dia mas
no sera, no sera
necessario
ser un dia ser un dia mas
necessario a solas.
The Reason
Why do you look Like everything I ever wanted?
Why do you look at me Like the only thing I ever asked for?
The only reason For the fight back was to see the way
You Look at me.
Cada Vez
Letras que necesitan un cantante; Palabras que quieren una canción.
Porque me preguntaste si podía; Porque pensé que deberías saberlo.
Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo.
¡Hay baile otra vez En mi corazón!
Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo.
¡Hay fuego otra vez En mi corazón!
Cada vez, Te veo, Te deseo más que el ultima vez.
Cada vez, Cada vez, Te veo.
Diode Hung
Blues don’t fill shoes because Blues ain't got nowhere Shoes
Should you choose to choose to choose This blues man, run as fast as he can Man.
Should you be with me in that tree When the lights go down on Town,
And we see what things are under Every star in new shoes under Moonlight.
Right wherever you are tonight This mind's on fire for your Desire.
I’d run twice around the world, But here you are in Pixels.
And though I can’t kiss you, I can Keep you in these comfortable soles.
Each sole of these Shoeless paid My dues-yes- Soles.
Sweet entreat you, And me complete should meet By pixel light binary delight the one to the zero, I’m your hero, you’re my zero making my one sprung.
This Diode hung hanging I s full o f wonder full hung diode
spring sprung this one and I’m hung like a diode with this ode to you. Are you twice across the world or here binary beautiful love at first byte you here or twice way half round the whole world. One plus Zero never equaled two me and you and the light too, are one.
Your Metaphorical Heart
This one is brilliant. Dancing genuine dances. Eyes blush, roll beautiful. Nervous with her wonderful.
Strong how she survives a solar storm of too little, Too many bits of light, the normal world calls magnificent.
The world has never been enough for you in being too much. Too much what others do looks nothing Like you in quiet moments; that you You call genuine You.
But how to say it through wanting words So an empty magnificent world would ever understand?
If only you had someone to tell you what causes You so much loneliness is so much connection to so much else.
The so much else so many won’t ever see a connection to.
How can you be content in a world unable to recognize How much love you hold in your metaphorical heart?
You remake The World.
Forever Moon Skies
I'd stare at the moon All day. All night.
Once with Love Once with the memory Of Love.
Without thought I'd feast On moonlight and the memory Of moonlight.
The Spirit Of the Moon And I
On the hillside in neglect Of what others want Of me.
What each night sky knows Each sunrise lacks.
That Star.
That bully star! Always
On the way, (in the way) Of A perfect night sky.
Is there a galaxy anywhere Untouched by starlight
Where poets sit on hillsides In communion with forever moon skies
Unencumbered by the gravity Of a ravenous star?
Saudade
Being too empty, being too full of love, for something too far away.
Rain. Heavy sometime during the night. The puddles are ponds. The energy is low and warm like snow is pregnant. Snow is bound waiting for tomorrow. Rain is right now. Pay attention: The rain demands attention right now.
I would like to have a day of sun be treated like a day of rain. Landscapers and Laborers will see a day of rain and take the day off. Dreamers and Lovers should see a day of sun and take the day off. Not much dreaming or right kind of loving can be done on a sun-filled day.
We forget the beach on a rainy day; But the beach loves a rainy day.
Someone to share a day of rain with. Someone who is not: ‘not going out today.’ Someone regarding the rain shush the shock And shake swagger of the sunshine days.
Someday a man has to face the prayer in his heart.
(Sao- -Dhaj -Eh’)
Thunder Never a sunny day Always never sunshine, Even on a sunny day
A Sunshine- My dream.
(Sao-dhaj-eh’)
My sunshine. Even on a sunshine day.
Where is my rain My sunshine Rain rainy day
Today when the world is at bay
I can say what I say in a way
In this
way
I can play
all day
and say
what I say
in this way
in the
rain, in the
rain, in this rain
all day
we can
play we
can say
Nothing.
My Sunshine, My Saudade,(Sao-dhaj-eh’) My Rain
We would do Do nothing at all
We would do Do alone together
We would do Do Sunshine.
Do Rain.
If ever I do find you,
My Sunshine My Saudade My Rain.
A Certain Sad
Sad today. That welcomed warm sad. The sad you want to stay.
That certain sad missing piece. You’ll never know peace, Without this missing piece.
Sad day right day to be with That thing. That: -thing-thing-. The only beautiful: -thing-thing-.
Rain day, sane day, window-pane day. I’ve been casting not casting -Love. Love Itself: That: -Thing-Thing
This welcomed sweet May rain. This wonderful day to share with -no one- or -only one-
So much grief in Beauty That lost quiet sweet -sad- sweet quiet loss.
Hope we meet for Ancient Love before we die. Long sad old soul Love.
Perhaps later, plan our days. Talk of past dreams, today dreams, Future dreams: Even that dream.
Sad today. That welcomed warm sad. The sad you want to stay.
This Bay Window
It is definite just before death, I will rest my hand, On this necessary neglected bay window.
But will I be absolved to keep the memories of:
When I held your soft creased palms, honest and adored in mine, When your so close fingers, soft swept open my hard sullen knuckles, When our acquitted embrace meant I made it, meant you made it,
Meant we made it?
Will I release reassured the persistent insistent long call of your touch, Knew everything about this -right now- kind of unkind living,
And all the sins a soul will save to save itself?
For Pablo, Para Ti
“Soneto XVII
o te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.”
-Pablo Neruda
For Pablo, Para Ti
I don’t love you like salt rose, topaz Or a detonation of carnations that set fire wild- Like assured obscured impressions love. I love you -in secret- between shadow and soul.
I love you like a plant that does not bloom, But carries hidden within, the light of its flowers, And thanks to your love, the secret scent Of the Earth’s kept-safe love, lives in me.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or where. I love you direct- without problems or pride: I don't know any other way to love.
Their way says I am not you, nor you me, But your hand on my chest is my breath, Your eyes close to be my dream.
My Most Powerful Peace
I’m crazy for a certain Muse.
This real body corporeal. Sacrosanct, corporeal.
My sense jumped At the sound of fireworks.
A grand finale Here you are again.
A gain for one spirit Dancer heart entrancer.
So much power. My flower.
Your skin petal soft Cotton Covered stomach peach fuzz fire.
Under breast and nip And neck ear lip and lip
And tongue in Then in more.
Only word in the world: More.
We never end. We never leave but believe.
This body is a king's castle. You are my queen.
My most beloved, Most powerful peace.
She Still
She still holds the night under the waves a lake can make. She still keeps safe the dream of the moon.
A flower, a tree, or you and me, can’t be without the dark. Too much of anything will kill you.
Someone tell the sun. The moon shines back the light for you and me and love.
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