Poetry

Jazzporn
I like Charlie Mingus I like cunnilingus I like to lick my fingers while I'm eating you out
Miles Davis
Floating on the invisible surface of a sea I hear music playing on the coastline somewhere to my right. They are playing jazz. I know some time I was expected there but I move away from the shore towards the silent starless sky Everywhere on my left. The shore bends itself towards me. It gives ...
u gotta give
u gotta give ur life 4 something if u wanna have that thing u gotta start dying 4 that thing and when u got that thing ur love 4 that thing becomes ur only thing and if u lose that thing u die again
plant water
who needs critical thinking? we need plant water plant water makes life a-glow and we are thinking animals, so we need plant water 750 tons of Fukushima plant water
We work at night
The air is standing tired a strong white light pierces it, but never encounters anything such is the space we are in Time is an old friend at the door who must wait until we fix what we will be broken to-night because of that light hitting us But the hours didn't count the hours ...
Late Winter
it is still outside, the hills are static their shape, their surface, their life unseen wind chills and in the trees the pine cones sing a cold song of the dying winter a flower is forgotten by the frost its purple head needs no big images there will be no echo when it falls sorrow ...
Consolation
This is me eventually There is comfort in the thought The slope I climbed is not a slope It is a boundless space flat without horizons Directionless, unencumbered I am here Writing old comfort on new pages
Aging with you
I want to see my hair turn grey while you are smiling at me I want to sit next to the sea with you, and kiss your temples every day I want to sense the slow decay of time, behind the windows of our place I want to drink the smiles from your face and ...
To respect us, is to respect this land
So today I can't write a hymn that flows well, but I want one for all the good people trying to live a life of respect for Mother Earth. Would you help me make the lyrics below sound better, express better what we aim for? Don't worry about hurting the "author's" feelings because there should ...