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you

February 25, 2008 by jgtaylor

the petals of every flower that has ever been, the rose, the tulip, the wild dandelion; none of these will ever wrest my heart from your hold. the light of every full moon, blue and red will not shine brighter than that which beams from your eyes. These days of happiness are but tokens for … Read moreyou

veterans of love

February 20, 2008 by jgtaylor

Tell me supple tree, do you miss your leaves? And you, sad grey cloud, do you desire the ground so much that you would throw your self down? Sullen tree, tell me – how do you live the winter through without your tender leaves? how do you avoid the death from so many empty eaves? … Read moreveterans of love

awkward ice walking

February 19, 2008 by jgtaylor

at the edge of the sun; it blisters skin, burns eyelashes. desires often make more from the suffering…. the people will always re-run movies moving, leaving, it’s gone again as soon as I loved it the fires are always set in winter because the sun is too rare; they never burn as hot and always … Read moreawkward ice walking

etheral

February 18, 2008 by jgtaylor

sweet voice, honey from lips, I glanced the Matterhorn and then could not find you. how my hands long for you, independent of me – the same as my eyes; we share the desire that your voice draws out, like the harpists fingers on the taught strings of my soul. Darling smile, butterfly on the … Read moreetheral

I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care …..

October 18, 2007 by jgtaylor

I read the papers on the Internet: the New York Times, the Washington Post, the L.A. Times, etc. They report on the current state of the U.S. For the most part, it’s somewhat accurate. They tell me that the Government of that free country is spying and monitoring its people. They say that rights granted by the Government are violated by them. They tell me about the waste and graft that goes on in the halls of Government. They extol the atrocities of war and a Government hell bent on power and control.

heros and wasted breath

October 18, 2007 by jgtaylor

sometimes i just want to tie ’em down and see just what they think torture is. sometimes i imagine they just don’t understand what it’s like to be in a war … you know, dying and all that. then i get so fired up and upset that i worry some of their terrorists may come … Read moreheros and wasted breath

on My way home

May 24, 2007 by jgtaylor

I bought love last time I was out at the turnstile, red with the lace edges. On my way home with my fresh new heart, I was startled by a thief all in black jumping out at me. My heart went up into the blue blue sky dangling above her and I, crashing to the … Read moreon My way home

untitled

May 18, 2007 by jgtaylor

my body catch on fire when I wrapped in your arms; I’m feelin shivers my spine, you bring out tiger in me take sea from sand in great desire of wave. Beautiful liar, abducted dreams, imaginary fingers play strings attached a rib, Eve kiss me say me there is no god but you – one … Read moreuntitled

Irish Lass

May 10, 2007 by jgtaylor

sweet lilting irish lass, take me across your sea that moats you heart. sweet lilting irish lass, show me the way to your finest pints. sweet lilting irish lass, let me drink your essence where your fears melt and my courage grows from whiskey shots and my reddened nose. sweet lilting irish lass leave your … Read moreIrish Lass

The Graduates

May 10, 2007 by jgtaylor

I can’t see, for this joy has consumed my eyes and my breath is short, stolen by the greatness of this moment. the heart: beating overtime running me to an early grave; should I die on this night … it will be just fine, just right.