Gravity absorbs us

Poem

Gravity, is weak,
Because Gravity,
Gravely, I say, is NOT!

Gravity, it cannot fight a slight vacuum,
Above a fighter jet wing,

Gravity, I gravely say: it never was!

And Gravity,
It absorbs- a vacuum,
Absorbing.

Gravity, lack of energy- lack of light!

Gravity, but absorbs,
And for this, in circles do satellites fall!

And do black holes absorb light,
Gravity, but lack,
Absorbsion of space time: light!

My Privacy

Poem!!

The view is not!
My territorial integrity,
Is forceful!
It shall not break!

Some I let walk,
On the consistent stretches,
Where connection is possible!

And deep, into darkness,
They venture!

Into my scars, through which blood does flow: arteries, veins!

Within my territory,
They, without force,
Do stand,

Temporary possessors,
Of my territorial lands!

Territory

Peom!!

I mark my territory,
With words, and regrets!

I shared it once,
My deepest moving paths,
That move from my deepest depths, to every part of my territory!

And my territory was your Territory!
And I thought!
That once, your territory,
Was My territory!

Territory,
Deepest territory,
Of mine,

Of yours!

I never withheld,
Not a petal,
Not a shrub!

I heard you in Shadow and dusk

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Poem!!

I heard you!
Though there was only shadow!
Below the Eucalyptus,
I saw you,
An Angel!
Rocking in a white dress!

As the breeze of warmth,
Caressed, whispering!
And the shadows,
Became great, and green,
Swiftly moving of their own accord!

And I saw you,
Between shades of death,
An angel, rocking,
On a rocking chair,
Wooden, made of wood!
The chair, not you!

All dressed in white,
All dressed in white,

Below the Eucalyptus Tree!
In a cabin, wooden, in the
evergreen woods!

Deadly Hope

Poem!!!

To hope: to equate- estimate!
To despair: to equate- estimate!

Deadly Hope- Hope in Life!

Deadly hope! Hope in Christ?
The Death Of Hope,
This is hope indeed!

To predict, and estimate!

But none, can predict!
That which does never ever change!

The rolling rock, does always fall,
The falcon saw, and dives, and dies!

Deadly hope, and hope in death!
The symbol of hope! Itself!

And in America, and elsewhere, they display this hope,
The electric chair, modern crucifix!

This hope in death,
This putting of madness, imbalance unto death,
Injustice, the foolish call just! Judgment, of timeous things!

And the falcon, does fall,
And fall!

Who is time, to judge the
eternal? That not
affected, but timeous-
change!

And, as I watch- the daemon- saviour, on the tree,
Nailed down,
On the tree, symbol, of Life!

Simplest life, of
Everlasting Life!
Life, is nailed, a word, on a tree!
Written, life the indenting of lovers!

Death, hope, death and hope!

Your worship, and your prayers

Poem!!!

I sat! In service!
I said my prayers!

To the judge, His Worship,
Of The Divine Life!

There was no hammer,
No... Except my name,
Smashed against the past, and potential!

I said my prayers! And
stamped and stomped!

And before me stood,
Jesus Christ, and an

audience, define! Different!

And above him, Father God,
And between them,
Holy Spirit, Paraclete of their love!

And I made! My Prayer!
To Judgement! To that
staid, and not staid!

And watch: the workings,
Of Royal Blood!
And Watched! The Workings! Of the Royal
Blood!

And Tasted, and held,
This prayer! In My Mouth!

Balance

Poem!!

Balance, direction,
They are in the ears!

The upright, true north!
Our relative direction,
In an earthly maze!

Balance! And the flairs that are human arms!

We are in motion, we move all, around!

The sense of direction,
The sense, of where we are!

But what happens when it breaks!

Your smell

Poem!!!

Everyone has a smell,
From it, we know them,
And where they are, whereupon they stand!

From it, we tell, their stance,
Their breakfast too,
And the danger in their glance!

Deception, stinks, badly, stinks!
Fear, lying, too!

To me, these are pungent,
Sickness, madness, sexuality, smell, too!

A woman smells of chemicals,
Of make up and God knows what else!

You smell of your breakfast too,
A smell to which I am not yet immune...
I might suggest a change of diet!

And water, natural,
Oh! The smell of water!
The very source of life!

I smell your passions,
I smell your hatred,
Your love, disgust!

And from your smell,
I know your potential,
As loyal, as mate!

And everything, you touch, your smell!

It lingers!
I cannot wash it out!