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| Hello dear followers of my poetry and life (however few of you are out there reading this),
I have moved onto a Wordpress blog. If you would like to read my poetry and my articulating putter, please come find me at:
http://boylouie.wordpress.com
Thank you very much for reading whatever I have put on here, whenever that has been. I really appreciate seeing the 1 or 2 or 4 footprints on this site. Maybe that's just the google bots. Oh well, it still gives me the personal joy of sharing my world with another. As Leo Buscaglia so wonderfully said: it takes two to see one.
Love,
Isaac
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| bbe sweet
bee sweet
bees wheat
honey
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| what would call itself a worldstanding on this world
that scientists would call a planet
and know nothing of life
i rebuke my genus
what are species
locked pools of genes
this fate is something more
beautiful and fluid than
the rigid walls of definitions
voice vibrant with energy
life giving to the silent
lines on the page
solid words.
melt the poles
they say that the world is warming
they say that the world is cooling
they say and talk and speculate,
always another distraction.
my darkness, my light,
on this earth everyone, everything
carries a shadow,
do i lose it in the dark?
beautiful days are not
that clouds pass over your skies
wishing the sun to move from the corner of your sight,
to the centre.
beautiful days are not
that you command the rain to end,
willing away the million kisses that fall
onto shoulders and crowns.
if the earth were in the sky
would we still wish to fly?
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| these flowers (bloom)you can halve my whole heart
snap it intwo
i have left an eternal dream
to live by the moment with you
i found love is true
in the sun in the rain
carved deep in my soul a joy
from the sorrow of pain
take what you wish
'from none or the all
''a drop from the heavens
''''''hardly a fall
''''your eyes; colours. sevens(small)
'''hope alone reason
''''two embrace our passionate season
'my petals peel
'your oceans reveal
give to The World our doom
together, these flowers bloom.
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| she comes to meshe comes to me without a reason
each minute in her presence
i find many more than
she could know
or i could say
for time does not exist
but neither do the limits
to my reasons
(and by reasons i mean to say
those fancy labels and titles that
people give to.. people give to people. ..
in a kind of
unstop flow; those distractions that
jumble the beauty of our common language)
but these reasons i have
are so gentle and unprovoking,
so simply endless to deny them
is to deny my nature
and my nature
is to love in all
capacity that
and to chase thought after hurried
thought, eluding mental grasp
slipping between fingers,legs
as grease
when arms are where legs
slip i wish to, do not grip no more
slide and slide forever*
in every moment a new reason, a new nature
a new longing for that which comes
when she
comes to .. me
com...es to me .. .
comes t e.
o me with a smil
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