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I adore you more than the Moon
I have loved harder than the tidal waves
I cherish thee more than the Suns warmth you have become my source
Oh how I love thee more than the Moon and if you know my poems before you. They are deep into the love of the Luna and swiftly gently you have stolen the spotlight off her.
and my love has easily drifted into a River of Gold.

This peace this ease of love how it has sprouted and shouted its own name louder and louder and screamed past the brink and too far to catch. I can never ask it to come back. I have felt this, I have loved you deeper than the Moon.
She no longer satisfies my lingering eyes. You are the beautiful River.

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I was a MOUNTAIN once

If God is a mountain,
I am a blade of sand.

A splendor of sand
and if I was to stand with a million of me
we could stand next to the mountain
and become
a mountain
and if we were to fail,
at least we are reaching.
 
Swallow the sun with the night.
Cascading like fingers down a spine,
Shadow postures,
dark bliss.
Poses,
jumping,
crawling.
Perfume,
tempting, flirting with the trees,
these angels were Heaven.

I was a mountain once.
My valleys were the birth of Rivers,
erupting from me and mine.
I was God for one pure moment
when everything was the color between stars
It was my voice that cracked the sky,
shattering clouds.

Shadows were the paint I used.
Before the sun was born
I was a mountain with a bloodstream

Nature,
Earth’s Birth,
cracked whispering rocks.
strong,
deep,
crippling,
stretched, curled, bold.

The brooks that become us,
The murmur,
the heart beat deep into the Forrest.
The blood in the veins of
the woods and sky.
A mountain of a smile.

The lake reflecting heavens beauty back

upon her eternity

there can be nothing more splendid then this

a splendor

and to think

I was a mountain once.

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The scent of Daisy’s

You probably have the flowers by now that I sent you.
Daises in a basket.
I thought of you holding that basket of daises looking like a scene out of little house on the prairie.
How beautiful you must look. I wonder the feelings you will get.
I wonder if I was rash or if I shouldn’t have sent them so publicly,
but I wanted to send them honestly and how can this be wrong of me.
I wonder your face,
if it lit in surprise or scrunched like a sock puppet in the unpleasantness of flowers sent from an ex-lover.
Is this what you call me? Is that what you think of me?
I’ve become something unpleasant.

Transform a piece of my heart into a flower of affection and a heart can be fixed.
I’m no surgeon and I don’t know the tools,
but a heart can be fixed.
I hope you took these daises with a smile and your heart was smiled into the night.

I assume the scent of daises fills the hotel room where you stay
I hope this gift was not too soon for you
Merely a thank you for you and our time we had together
I hope these flowers last longer than our time. May they never rust.

I would grow a garden actually for you to breathe into eternity
but time has killed many dreams
and how I fill my time has murdered more
you have known me and mine and more

I sent flowers amore
do you smell the daisy’s?
How’s the Sun where you are
I hope your heart is warm.

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(Source: victorross.com)

The sun was breaking through a soft cloud resting like a pillow.

The sun was breaking through a soft cloud resting like a pillow.

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Je taime beaucoup

Je taime beaucoup

Down the Stairs

I thought I saw you descending the stairs in Berlin by the water at this bar outside.
It made me write and think of Poetry. I was alone at this crowded bar. The sun was falling.  All I saw was blue eyes. It seemed like everyone had blue eyes. The sky was bigger for some reason.

                                                               

(Source: victorross.com)

There will be times I get lost, but I will always find home

                                     I’m sorry that MY heart wasn’t always there,

                                     it was LOST inside a girl I once knew in the mid-west
                                     it was lost in the woods SOMEWHERE in my childhood

                                     I’m sorry it was lost inside A BOY

                                                                                                    who has my EYES

so when you thought i wasn’t thinking of you, it’s true I was lost thinking of the past and memories that had me in them and when you thought i wasn’t thinking of you, its true, i was lost in familiar eyes of my youth. but know this and know this well. where do i place my dreams, in the past? in the present? in the future? because it’s always been the same dream and I always placed dreams in forever. and my heart has always held your face, this was always you. so in the days I am lost I am lost in remembering a past of where I came, i am reflecting in where I am, but I am never lost inside of you. I am home and on my way to a future with you

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she danced like the falling leaves

She danced like the falling leaves deep in Autumn

just before green turns gold and the voice of wind deepens under the red sun

the dewy twisted grass snickered at the dancing feet

loose free toes

she swayed like the the falling leaves and danced until the trees were naked

as the lake reflected Heaven she kissed Autumn on the cheek to sleep

and kissed me awake

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ink stained hands tale the world

sober hands don’t talk
and blood dripped fingers shape the World and color this Earth
your face my face her face we all drip, pump and bleed the red.
you read this, your alive and I strive to do the same.

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(Source: victorross.com)

Constantly she keeps me awake

as if sleep is her jealousy

I fall into her comfortably in the dark, in the beauty of her

she always welcomes me.

If the wind is right -she whispers my name

If the moon is right- she touches my face

I fall for her like sleep
She never wants to let me go

When I am through making dreams

Wishing I would stay claiming beauty that would never fade

Forever—

If only I had stayed

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(Source: victorross.com)