Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Even in the least possible ways that I can.
Thank you for our lovely evenings
For the mornings, days and nights
Thank you for the shared givings
For our loving worried minds
In my soul you live forever
And I hope you got me there
In your soul, entwined together
We’re the breeze that waves the air
We are waiting in the queue
For permission to get down
To the planet that we knew
This time in the same old town
Welcome back, my dearest dear
Here we are, on this old earth
It’s the cycle – from the rear
You can see our new rebirth.
In life’s fierce storms, I stand, my heart’s own mission,
No wound can pierce me without my permission.
The world may rage, its arrows sharp and swift,
Yet I decide if pain gains my admission.
Words like daggers, thrown with cruel intent,
Fall harmless when denied my heart’s submission.
For I am sovereign of my soul’s domain,
No trespasser can breach without volition.
The scars I bear are marks of battles fought,
But none can claim they won without condition.
In love and loss, in joy and bitter strife,
I hold the key—no hurt without decision.
So let them come, with all their might and main,
I am the gate; I grant or bar admission.
For in this truth, my spirit finds its peace:
No one can hurt me without my permission.
Speak to the primrose,
Of this girl,
This princess
Haunting your thoughts
Without my permission,
Speak to the primrose,
From this satin wine
This nectar that flows
In your glass,
Without my permission,
Talk with the primrose
You can’t live
Without thinking of them
They never lied to you,
You know it today.
Parles en à la primevère,
De cette fille,
Cette princesse
Qui hante tes pensées
Sans ta permission,
Parles en à la primevère,
De ce vin satiné
Ce nectar qui coule
Dans ton verre,
Sans ta permission,
Parles en à la primevère
Tu ne peux vivre
Sans penser à eux,
Ils ne t’ont jamais menti,
Tu le sais aujourd’hui.
If I want to change the world
I will get a train ride
To mount Zion today
And get the express permission
Of God
I will ask God
To allow all married men
With marital challenges
To rewind the clock of life
And move it to their
Comfort zone of bachelorhood
Don't break someone's soul
If you're no longer happy
Ask to leave; basic.
Only wait for a timely opportunity, alike space on road, then gently squeeze in, it is not any world's job to give you permission to be you, only to tell you how much of you you can show, it is 100 percent your job to give yourself breath and only you control how prepared you let yourself become and how well you prepare your piece and when you show it. Two tricky points...let time and heartbeat of piece dictate its perceived effect, there is no best time. There Is absolutely however worst times, when it is times of distress or you feel like you are rushing...it is best to not show it unless you have the floor, even when rushingit is as good a time as any...you waited that long.
--Dmitri Dimov
So, you thought you have the right
To in my bed pass a night,
Not alone, with your lover,
Vulgar love-making brave,
Sensual pleasures coarsely crave…
You have my mattress defiled,
All night romances of the wild;
For hours with a pervert
Who claims she is a convert.
Now, a discolored white sheet
I’ll gladly burn in the street
To Junk Press give a story
And have you shamed Miss Glory!
Bed used without permissions
A sin not for remission.
We blame any obstacles in our ways
The obstacles are cruel
We try all the ways to remove them
We blame the devil as well as God
But who is or which is the cruelest after all
I said it's time
Because there isn't any more chance
And nothing can be done
If without the permission of time
with your permission my lady
i will take my leave
has your heart spoken it all
do not tarry here
do not let quiet pervade
it will destroy the silence of love
where galaxies meld
a thorn in the side
hidden burr in the saddle
if you do not let your heart sing
love is where dreams are shared
where the labor in the vineyard
is hand in hand
where the souls merge
into a quest for one
let your heart sing
give me your dreams
let me be a part of you
love harbors no fear
wine's grapes are crushed
in a gentleness, together
one must not hurt the seeds
it sours the wine
with your permission my lady
i will take my leave
let me depart knowing you
in all of its wonder
may the dreams that fill our vineyard
live in the calluses of our shared labors
OKC 8/04
"My friend, it was but a song of love out of a poet's heart, sung by every man to every woman" Khalil Gibran
Youtube: The Love Song by Khalil Gibran
quite the lesson within this video
many prefaces
emphasis on Ephesus
said on premises
what we do intend
hand of friendship did extend
love of God will lend
had a huge hassle
trying to put on my tassel
to ground will wrestle (wraahstle)
others have been caught
open email rather not
wife will have me shot
did declare a truce
for communion have grape juice
or tie neck in noose
free for all was fair
she had ripped out all my hair
now my head is bare
God brought me along
what we saw became a song
heard by a huge throng
feet started to soak
then found frog who liked to croak
he had become broke
God who does bestow
caused popularity to grow
put on quite a show
God always redeems
made Boles great on balanced beams
became party of her dreams
went walking down hall
following hall protocol
be sure to not fall
made my life fuller
became puller and pusher
of hope plush pillar
was worth waiting for
heard a message ship to shore
we have won the war
found a place for poor
in big house on a beach shore
now need an encore
after dissension
God gave me His permission
accept a commission
I provide every right
to my desire, to have desire ...
But to carry them out,
not always
I grant..!
Action from intent
Conscience accords not assent
Love being absent
02-October-2020
my mind never waits for permission
Jumping in with exuberant joy
Leaping life’s pages two at a time
Flipping people as fast as chapters
Sure it may seem fickle, but I am a Gemini
My life is mercurial. I move fast.
I successfully eliminate chaff quickly
so I can reach my next chapter,
and my next volume.
I despise wasting time.
velocity measured with ticker tape — students jump out window
9/2/2020
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