Poems Raw and of the Living
In love with:
Anna Keira Knightley Karina
September 30, 2020
Love Poem #1
It is time to come to love again
Time to call her your most sacred friend
Long lost in the evil woods
You promised you would come home if you could
But time has run out
And the universes have collided
Be close again to him or to her
Drink the sacred serum for yourself,
It is freely given
……………………………
Love Poem #2
Dreams speak more love than works that step in grand procession
Over gutter dwelling curds.
The spring doth shine
Thru yon window pane
Naked in your emotions
You are allowed no shame
The universe is yours
You have only to reach
You shall gain in love
As did the tragic Anna Karina
……………………………………
Love Poem #3
Two plus two equals four
Until it does no more
Truth will spill out
Even as it is wrapped in tightly taught bags
There is no notice of this escape
From poorly paid servants
And sexually frustrated hags.
There is that one chance
Left in my bag of trix
That your and my love
Will involuntarily mix
And we shall leave this planet
And ascend the skies
In these moments of haste
We shall decide
That loneliness is the quantum one
But our two togetherness we shall live
In the apple of one and another's eyes.
In love with:
Anna Keira Knightley Karina
September 30, 2020
Love Poem #1
It is time to come to love again
Time to call her your most sacred friend
Long lost in the evil woods
You promised you would come home if you could
But time has run out
And the universes have collided
Be close again to him or to her
Drink the sacred serum for yourself,
It is freely given
……………………………
Love Poem #2
Dreams speak more love than works that step in grand procession
Over gutter dwelling curds.
The spring doth shine
Thru yon window pane
Naked in your emotions
You are allowed no shame
The universe is yours
You have only to reach
You shall gain in love
As did the tragic Anna Karina
……………………………………
Love Poem #3
Two plus two equals four
Until it does no more
Truth will spill out
Even as it is wrapped in tightly taught bags
There is no notice of this escape
From poorly paid servants
And sexually frustrated hags.
There is that one chance
Left in my bag of trix
That your and my love
Will involuntarily mix
And we shall leave this planet
And ascend the skies
In these moments of haste
We shall decide
That loneliness is the quantum one
But our two togetherness we shall live
In the apple of one and another's eyes.