For those Walking Purposefully

For those Walking Purposefully

Your pounding aching legs know well

What these kindred spirits mean

When they say so fervently

NEVER
STOP

MOVING

My Prayer

Let my outside Match my inside
Let my Inside become More Resolute
Let my spirit return to my Tangible Self
Let them unite into a more empowered Living

#4

A Profound Sadness
Comes over me
When I think of
Never being draped
In your Yellow Curls again
How you kissed me
As if it were a gulp
A great swallowing
Of my essense
And your saliva
Covered my Lips
Cheeks
Chin
Everywhere
The way an Infant
Eating ice cream
Cares not where it goes
And my hand
In back of your head
My lungs Breathing
Gulping
Your essence
And two pairs
Of Very Different Eyes
Meet in a Passing Glance
as we undress.

Socrates

I am bound;

Because I believe so strongly

That all we really possess

Is the present tense

And all the principles - 

Each noble truth

That We discover in this Condition -

I am bound, therefore,

Despite every thinking Man's word

Every spiritual Man's feeling

Despite every apathetic Man's indifference;

Lo! I am bound

With such Profound conviction

To drink this Hemlock!

I love you forever

Fully

And without condition

And I am bound by that

Even if you tell me to stand down

My love is never angry

Never ashamed

And it is as real as the Present Tense

So I am bound

Irrevocably so

To drink

To die

To feel

To know

That my love was impervious

To any of my former trappings

That my love was perfected

By its own death

By the bitter taste

The room temperature cold

The runny, floral accents

Of the Hemlock.