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Fi - In Search Of A Missing Note A Trilogy In Three Parts Love Faith Life No longer in print. Only web version for now. email: jpmlvll (at) gmail.com
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Fi - In Search of A Missing Note Something happening Fi I couldn’t take you any where But where you’re gonna go Déja vu Some where when rising sun comes And sweat our skin shows Colour of love I move with you again dawn yellow sun Don’t let the night forget that I was there Cause I came when the horses called And riding through I’ll be there when again Again our sweat says here That God calls its really all okay Cause all you take you took from me and more… I’m okay let’s move rock on Women work and men fall back Let’s dance around a pole of history Cause baby Fi you’re the ride And ride I will Carry me through mountains thorns drop me leave me I’m ok bled… Love’s a ride and maybe Weyburn Reference to the world crowd That damn I’m from the bush and I’ve the guts to ride your plain… Babe she says I’m a ride your gonna ‘fraid to take Girls gals ain’t nothing near what that pop girl says Says hey… donwannabrakson...
Sorry: When A Man’s His Dog & Dawn
Sorry: When A Man’s His Dog & Dawn 5 May 2020 jp All’s well with the world when a man’s his dog and dawn Waking at his bedside A garden to tend Obliged to listen to the tac-tac-tac-tac of pileated woodpecker. So sorry for the suffering arising I’ve caused When I reach out to love My touch a poisoned compassion. So sorry. So sorry, so many times I’ve begun to forget. Funny how, still… All’s well with the world when a man’s his dog and dawn Waking at his bedside.
Last Summer’s Mornings When I Woke
Last Summer’s Mornings When I Woke december 1982 jp melville Last summer’s mornings when I woke I’d throw my blankets off and climb from bed Pull on my jeans then mutter my way downstairs To step outside and out beyond the house to hillside. Looking out across the valley span I’d take my morning piss And breathe damp air, cool, thick Tasting like grasses and pollen and pine - My skin would shiver against the moisture My arms, my chest, and back and belly naked My toes and feet gone numb in wet grass; Arching backwards – ugh – stretching Spreading arms and fingers to dawn’s pale sky. Down in that valley, there’s a stream In my memory blanketed By thick morning, winding mist Wending its way wherever the waters beneath it did… And the old leaning willows and cedar groves looked all asleep Because it was darker down there in the valley Darker than the hillsides where dawn’s morning light Sunrise just skimmed over our hori...
Winter Blusters Toils
Winter Blusters Toils jan 2020 jp melville Midnight hour tolls and I drink tea How did I so uselessly arrive here Midnight hour tolls. Around me forest winter blusters toils Cold penetrates odd invisible winds But I my woodfire Tea Feet up From shadows of the darkness My all life enfolds.
How Other Would I Love You Fi
How Other Would I Love You Fi jan 2020 jp melville Ears perked, the wild calls Never heard behind our concrete walls The pacing takes your beast only back To metal bars, to retrace your track. You gad without aim relentlessly Spurred forward by muscle With endless pent energy Tingling across cell walls. A tail flits sideways and then up To balance each step restrained Neck slung low, watching Carrying each pad silently, alert, ahead. You peer forward then to the side Dark ebony liquid eyes glistening Beckoning preternaturally beyond where there's no understanding yet Searching for a feeling. Your breath comes measured Moist nostrils flare slowly, chest swells Breathing deeply gently fall away, easy Calming nerves of steel. Then the gloss black brown of your oiled flank Swims before my eyes as you turn away to repeat the endless cycle of your hunt, Disappearing in your caged darkness, Blood pounds coursing thr...