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Saturday, January 03, 2009

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 19:20:14 GMT

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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Fri, 21 Nov 2008 04:26:48 GMT

be sweet
bee sweet
bees wheat

honey

what would call itself a world

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 02:12:29 GMT

standing 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?

these flowers (bloom)

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 22:13:21 GMT

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.

she comes to me

Wed, 27 Aug 2008 15:47:53 GMT

she 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

darling, i like you the best

Sun, 24 Aug 2008 20:22:57 GMT

your heart is a place of forever
where lost souls find rest
in your chest,
         between each breast
soft and supple.

a land, a sea,
the sky, a tree,
all within one painting lie.

gentle eye, a lullaby,
nothing quite it seems,
wind storyline, a ball of twine
walking to you is
walking, too
         (two)
     my dreams. that nip

that nap,
run to me with a clap
secret dreams are pups
(dancing around ankles).
sweet buttercups
melting yellow gold
love is young
where song is sung
hearts are light to hold.

what a price
for all the mice(men)
to wander in their maze,

know nothing of your gaze

hand on hip
your nose my lip
darling, i like you the best.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:12:39 GMT

as love

night of the jokers

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:07:50 GMT

have you fall in love with night
to wish not see the break ofday
move no more the earth.
in stillness:
see none left the light
but in shadow find your way

walk down the streets
where mountainbuildings meet,
stand and surround.
hear raintops on concrete roofs;
listen closely
to the their sound.

be in time and truth
unknown
feel connected and
be alone
long for your lover
breathe and moan

never stop this beat
wear under my feet
hear that beautiful tone.

time and sky
and butterfly_moth,
are these wings imagined
clouds and rain
please explain why.

roses grow deep
when i'm asleep
and plans of old go unforgotten.

fruits from roots
these Nature's loots
"my, those appl'es
rotten"

my dream so near
to lose i fear
before the story's done.

nighttime ale
tells me a tale
escaping from the sun.

this a prayer
for truth for dare

life's a circle.

one firefly through the night, drifting into the sky

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 03:36:37 GMT

red moon rising
ominous glowing intrigue
like the dim of a cigarette,
circular, subdued
man in the moon
melting in and and out of view,
to live as only a face

speaking internal dialogue,
divine poetry
too subtle for words,
gentle thoughtforms
within,
seeding life

the Great Spirit mysterious
dangles her web around the earth,
tying together the world's attention
as knots-
rooting,
eluding, matrix unraveling:
this is her cradle,
this is her game,

sitting on my windows sill
red red moon you are so still.
share with me your lonely treasure
an eternal pain
an instant pleasure.

Friday, August 01, 2008

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 17:40:22 GMT

For you my dear.

the dew forms soundlessly
born between the sacred bonds and folds of heaven and earth.
no sense of time: the beat of my heart when it is with your heart.
patient, and curious, so quiet is our passion; privy to the minds
of children, as whispered secrets kept safe in the sleeping trees,
the trust of grandchild and grandfather and grandmother.
a love so substantial for our bodies; (that)
a new colour, a new life, gives
unto the world.

when the spirit of this flower is spent,
and the wonder of our days have no more tomorrow,
that which was borrowed, that which was lent,
we'll live to return,
   hold us in peace, nevermore in sorrow,
and on that Morning, when we leave
   this world our best,
in the loving arms of storyteller trees,
      we will rest,
        we will rest,
        we will rest.