Propinquity.

It is all born
of a unique fact
the long-gone act
of the way we tie
closely together
through space and time;
the closeness defined
stronger than steel
your back against mine;
knowledge of Life
given to us by;
the archaically blessed
and most ancient of divine;
passed along down
a dried-out bloodline;
the circumstance
concocted like potion
of happenstance;
that tickling, vague notion
rolling and bending
like the tides in the ocean;
but never broken
beneath such crushing mass
a written word –
not anything spoken;
the act of
being based upon;
a kindred spiritual root
that grows deep and ever-long;
they tried to bury
something so incredibly strong
a truth they’ve kept in secrecy
and in the midst
of their stupidity,
the feebleness makes them forget
a scary variant
the element
of our propinquity.

March to April.

Take me to the ocean’s edge;

bury me there in your kisses,

so darkly lit at the corners,

the smoothness of your mouth…

the snapping linen of windy echoes;

Tell me your most hidden truths;

confide in me your every secret,

so sprinkled by shimmer,

the peach fuzz of my skin…

the slapping palms on my ass cheeks;

Read to me from your Book of Poems;

find me safety beneath the voice,

belonging to my Saline Ghost…

the Guardian of my ears and lungs;

Visit me when I sleep and dream;

teach me such righteous divinities,

by one likened to a premonition…

the breaking of a titanium chain-link;

Promise me that you will stay;

poised at my side like you are now,

so collected to balance my insanity,

the ease by which you forgive…

the ripping up of nails from a coffin’s lid;

Lie to me if it means forever;

bury me beneath what you so choose,

so vulnerable to your many strengths,

attentively absorbing you like a sponge…

the infusion of some good in my life.

Propinquity.

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the act of being tied

closely together

through space and time;

the closeness defined

stronger than steel

a back against mine;

a knowledge of the divine

passed along down

a dried-out bloodline;

the circumstance

repeating itself over

of happenstance;

that tickling sense, a notion

rolling and bending

like the tides in the ocean;

but never broken

beneath its crushing mass

a written word – not one spoken;

the act of being based upon

a kindred, genetic root

that grows deep and long;

a truth they’ve kept in secrecy

overlooking completely,

an element of our propinquity.

A Poetic Wiseman Once Said:

John Keats (1795-1821) is the reason why I fell in love with poetry as a very, very young child.

He is hands down – my ALL-TIME favorite Romance Era Poet, and likely my my ALL-TIME favorite poet; I have included a taste of his genius to help anyone who isn’t familiar with his work become enlightened a little by its beauty and perfection. ENJOY!


“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.”


“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination.”


“I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”


“Life is but a day:
A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit”


“I want a brighter word than bright”


“Here lies one whose name was writ on water.”


“I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.”


“Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget…”


“If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.”


“And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed,
Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.”


“Let us away, my love, with happy speed;
There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see,
– Drown’d all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead.
Awake! arise! my love and fearless be,
For o’er the southern moors I have a home for thee.”