nothing is missing

"we were all there

under the hot black sky         listening

so many shifting bodies like water

we felt words rise like steam

words like stars swimming in a black pool

it's hot there when it's hot

all our molecules were dancing like steam off a black starry pool

shifting bodies dancing into the night under stars

raining down from rooftops like falling

embers from the blackened night sky

hot bodies drenched in the universe falling from the sky

when words hit your skin it melted leaving only your clothes to

mark your passing

that night we were a body unquestioned

all our molecules were ecstatic fire."

—Nothing Is Missing; GR Keer

round, hopeful poem

"I'll match your

cold, lonely parts

with my honest skin

I can remind you."

—Round, Hopeful Poem; Reba Overkill

you creative

"To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty—you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it."

—Osho

the only

"Every time you try to break us down, you only galvanize. Force us to the wall, to the cage, and we only live loudest. We won't turn to hate—only hope."

—Ian William L.

a farewell to arms

"I am so in love with you that there isn't anything else."

—A Farewell To Arms; Ernest Hemingway

search party

RPO

"You are my beautiful era."

—Ian William L.

breathy nightloves

"On your best days, this is the best thing I could tell you. All in racehorses around your bones. All of everything, and barricades. But on your worst days, I am trying to ruin you with beauty, with calcium, with streetlights and astronauts and smoke. And I am to trip over love for your shoulders, your paper envelopes, your bit lip, your brace."

—Ian William L.

midnight in paris

"The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence. You have a clear and lovely voice. Don't be such a defeatist."

—Midnight In Paris; Woody Allen

an end of summer

summer stung with its last purple skies and smoke-bit moons

dragonflies brimming beneath your skin

the ways we slip back to our youth

dusk through the gapped smiles

remember how we were here.

—Ian William L.

blessed are the wingless

"Blessed all the debris that waits inside of monuments."

—The Wingless; Cecilia Llompart

this star won't go out

“I feel very lucky to know you—and as far as I have seen, to know you is literally to love you.”

—This Star Won't Go Out; Esther Earl

tiderays

today gave us a head full of smoke. time to wash it all away, so beautifully.

in adequate

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”

—Marianne Williamson

bodies of stars (redux)

"Carry your passions, no matter of ugly glow. Hold them for stars."

—Ian William L.