These words are mine made of me.
They owe no one. They have heartbeats.
Yours do too. Listen. They have cells.
Paragraphs are body parts.
Words Live
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Finding Me
I want to find me
on the walkways
striding head up
chest out side I am.
Breathe in my boy.
Breathe out.
This Gentle Truth
I would like to send my love across your body
movements in sweet pulsing vibrance
the gift of loving all of you
etched in pure joy.
I am holding you
with all my heart
knowing this
gentle truth.
I love you.
When The Words Are Gone
Hard drawn moments look
To shut me down
When the words are gone
Where is my father
I am loosely tethered
To the life I’m in
When the words are gone
Where is my mother
What I wouldn’t give to be in a conversation with…
What I wouldn’t give to be in a conversation with
Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Haydn. Hell. All of them.
Add John Steinbeck and James Salter, Charles Dickens! Leo Tolstoy! Edith Wharton, Shakespeare, Dos Passos, Austen, Emily Dickinson. Hell. All of them.
And Lincoln, Washington, TR, FDR. Hell. All of them.
Dr. King, Mandela, Gandhi, Malcom, Sadat, Eleanor Roosevelt. Hell. All of them.
Peter S. Kahrmann - Est. 1953 