The Heart is man made.
This heart is man made.
put together with string and tape
staples and excessive bits of cloth
mended with novels of ancient
statesmen and poets of honor.
This heart is man made.
Treated with time and devotion
created around idea’s and
fortified with experience.
It is made to withstand it’s self.
to honor what has been life
with what is ultimately love.
which gods call peace
without creating.
Telling the cat to come with the can opener.. by k.a.ambrose
When I want something
gone, what I want!
Muse stage, there where
I am not.
Just standing
only as inner concern
affect the moron.
There is a place to stand, unknown,
People are seen in this land
for better or worst.
I write in public,
there is hope.
I hear a Pan-Drum,
I know the sound, as
a friends instrument who
for Christmas would smoke
with lemon and tobacco.
rhythm for life,
tonight again I have
felt rhythm given
where only the muse
can go.
I felt paranoia
of people
who liked me.
Shifting to view and re-
approaching some effect
of war ship,
I see the smiles
go down when I
am not on.
People love to kiss
while a person writes.
a philosophic reaction
completes environment
and a Muse
gets
a prayer.
untitled
i do not have the dreams of my youth, if my youth had dreams.
i see the world plain were once it was all faith.
faith hasn't failed me, but dreams have,
one separated from the other.
the difference of love from romancing.
I wonder where I would be without the constant
re-considerations of life, and the defiant abstraction.
But I was born a stone giant
Each day has an appreciation and a failing
One seen leaves five unrecognized.
a broad fence this life post; self known
As any can predict for only weights
of self possession. Growth eludes
a moral base.
I am wrong to make comments
on stones.
Conditional amulets
Given to the poor
to give again to get
lighter ones.
So I lived another day
Diamonds
a pile of quarts
at my feet
thrown for the ripples
I am about to give away
to give away again
prismatic cuts and healings
next rock thrusts
ever to gravities
In turn I am given
Iron ore tattoos
and eventually ripping shale
to let light through.
Arms Made Lofty
Arms made lofty
Warrior strong
amended from Guilt.
devoted passive yielding
Arms made Lofty
cast unspoken
equality familiar
mystic hindrance
only the man allied
fearing panic and retreat
so lofty can only cry.
armed poetry hangs aloft.
The air makes joke of my mood.
The air makes joke of my mood.
Peeping out of clouds and back
against a proposed conversation with God.
Attribution to tone and alert nature.
A paranoia Maybe accumulating
but the animal “the forest wide”
accepts what is controlled
and what is nature.
A Lasting point for some sane man
Pretending to be insane,
through and including reason.
off and off and off and off.
Slowly the bus goes to Hampshire
I feel this prejudice of knowledge.
within me , cause I let it.
I see myself as an actor
for a response to trauma
escaping home into the thoughts
and feel paranoia
the off shot of clairvoyance
and vibe as contradiction to actual energy.
Removing the Mask
Artist the rebellion
to show honesty the cause
I have trained in humanity
without college or scheduled courses
but by the hand
to see and the heart to feel
trying to survive
Early consciousness
Cultural Opinions
and Moral Hypocrisy.
I wasn't yet part of life
every angle commonly accepted
of time I grew
disrupted the honesty
purging life from wholesomeness and left
beauty arrayed
like stains on cotton.
Untold while Dressed in priest robs
Somehow I found my actions with this Pen
the only humanity I could join
and by ninteen was on my own
without friends with only transient equality
Everywhere a traveler’s piece.
always going somewhere
Never staying anywhere.
the country peels away slowly at the dirt
Leaves rustling
going no where.
the sun fading in and out of clouds
no straight lines in wood,
Nature and conscious.
forgetting what we get.
And what is day
surrounded in plee’s
guilty to freedoms,
needing survival
when costs mount up
A severity is country and pride.
I go to work
which works
backward to the individual
I want.
Possession of character
taunting . Jeering
from the side. a holding
a placement spiritually occupied.
and it is just life
the lived verses
of chase the tail.
So with a phone I must start again.
with a car I must start again
with developed talent
what chances are real
music , my hands
the confusion of being tired
the honesty of choices.
Where else but America
where is need met.
for this “expectance”
self divined wishes.
Each day has an appreciation
Part two Stone Giant
Each day has an appreciation
And a failing..
One seen, leaves
Five unrecognized.
A broad stone fence,
this life posts
Self known,
As any can predict
For only weights
Of "possional" growth
Elude a morel base.
I am wrong to make
Comments on stones.
Conditioned amulets
Given to the poor
To give again to get
Lighter ones.
So I lived another day
Diamonds.
A pile of quarts beside
I am about to give away
To give away; again.
.at my feet are those
Thrown for the ripples
Prismatic cuts
Next rock thrusts
Ever to gravity's sake,
In turn i am given Iron ore tattoos,
Eventually ripping
Shale
to let light
through.
Next page
Part three stone giant
Tonight I found comment
Like Dh Lawerance
Over an eight Ball table,
The crack first hit, steady posturing
A confidence that looks down the line
At angles.
Silently calming skittish limbs shake hands.
“ this is easy”.
Appreciation scores gratitude A stones weight taken away.
But I didn’t end thee I compiled a list
Habit lances Holding held
Slate corridors graffettied.
Exchanging take and give.
“Please leave me alone.
For a moment loosing cool
To saddened eyes.
My own like wise. “I like to watch billiards”
Standing in my way
Intoxicated stumbling blaggards
Another being I am to learn
Of learning
Shipping stones watery side.
“gaining by giving”
earning a stone lighter.
For embrace what can not be held
Human purpose, While saddened
The pile at my feet
Slowly disappearing every day.
A diamond defined the restive time
I speed with like purpose
Energy polarities attract
Through stone
Sorry for a change
I say
Learn me.
Sorry for a couple of brief
Moments god turns
Complacent to necessity.
Irritants pass,
Slated Lines
To many words,
listening to a poet tell
Better the wisdom to disavow
Person as one
Missing a stoned body
A bright eyes wanderer
In rubble soft.
Different i will sleep now.
The day is done and gone
A heart which hears a self
Will never be alone. |
Death has been
guns and starvation
panic and elliptical pleasure
Have chosen not
To love
and forgotten while loving.
Viewed greed by stealing bread.
And mourned my birth.
Only to bounce an orange ball
Taking which ever way
It would land
On rocky earth.
The pebbles chaotic direction..
and the day is here and in panic.
the tellings of interests
, what do you ask me,
who am I to be inside
the forced inventions
. what I would give you
and pass away,,
what I hear. is
telling me to forget ,
days slowly pass. she is a living life ,
that agrees
with me,
a mutual concern,
a dream
to me.
a partnership
like no other
to grow old with...
in/ter/esting/ly.
or .... am i to suffer
again the dream ,
,the one sided love
so painfully of past,
surrendering again,
makes me weak.
but one note from her
and i feel release
“chorus”
she is a living life ,
that agrees
with me,
a mutual concern,
a dream
to me.
a partnership
like no other
to grow old with...
in/ter/esting/ly.
interested in life.
remembering my future intermixed
, as we sing. and create
as we push through time together
leaving the mild at the door
for two fires have found one flame.
From just a word. hello
“chorus”
she is a living life ,
that agrees
with me,
a mutual concern,
a dream
to me.
a partnership
like no other
to grow old with...
in/ter/esting/ly.
our escapes of Never more ,
the endless love calls
to the meaning of the why?
purpose of life.
oh heart and strength to give. when visions met.
oh it is just a word.
a flower hello.
oh damn the passion ,
with tone and elegance
a love binding was made,
and created a different country ,
a world of unseen escaped.
the fire of past yielded.
i am awed.
and singing for .
her smile is my gift
i would of every day hello.
“chorus”
she is a living life ,
that agrees
with me,
a mutual concern,
a dream
to me.
a partnership
like no other
to grow old with...
in/ter/esting/ly.