There is a valley of heartfelt truth where sometimes we walk.
Entranced by nature’s lush, green carpets, we begin to talk,
And our hearts beat with the rhythm of love’s embrace.
We come to a brook and within its space we see one face,
‘Tis the face... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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Here in the space where of all we thought we knew, is something new.
No longer our forgotten places of the past make of us nevermore
Forsaken orphans of a duplicitous cosmos.To Immortals
We suddenly are a place, notoriety fills our space.For now the... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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The Great Bird tilts gently from side to side,
A Mechanized Eagle rising in the sky.
The higher we go, the slower feels our stride,
But gravity our ascension cannot... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Sweet shining light
Blinds the sight,
And my heart sinks
With a new forged link.
Falling deep into her grip
The brokenness no longer rips.
She mends and heals
The wand of hope she... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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This perfect love begins on the ocean shore
Upon the timeless sand we walk, anxious hearts soar!
Easy are the words falling effortlessly from our lips
Under a full moon and surely bound by its grip.
Tranquil is the ocean breeze that tenders our skin... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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fortune of love is a journey
that begins by crossing the bridge of promise.
we walk it steadily looking for open hearts
and open minds that draw us to them without
reason or purpose of design, but merely
meld toward each other because of the... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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Sometimes my mind
wanders
and ponders
to consider who I am
and why I am here in the moments of the now,
and what turns today shall make
to bring a difference
to who I ought to be in the moments of the yet.
It is the qualifiable difference of each... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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iron of life. To be sufferable, truly sufferable it can never be
Anywhere, Yet, it is. It is here. . .there too!
But mostly here, shadowed by
That which only the day will bring. To know where it is
We shall search. . .forever search. . .We... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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We live in a world marked by moments in time,
Hopeful that the Past and Future will rhyme
With the experiences of a vacillating Present.
This is the clock, which strikes us... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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In the shadows steps my guardian past
Faithful friend to follow me so, watchful
Each day, reminding us both that off the trusted path,
The past foments the future’s... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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No wings on my bird
To fly high and far
Waiting to hear your word
My heart yearns to... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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great sorrow, i have no time to hate
as the stillness of such assault cannot aid me
to conceal in death that which in life
attires me with the fashion of stolen ages.
this is the hour of lead when eternity spins
a predestined web of yours and... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Walking Toward Death
Winds blown, pock paths worn
Days cloned, mock nights torn
Time’s tone, fail hearts forlorn
Minds grown, hail brokenness born
Souls groan, hear reciprocity’s scorn
Hatred sown, fear Joshua’s Jericho horn
Hope’s hone, rich the... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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night I walked the streets of Old Bangkok
and there did find in the crimson dark
a porcelain doll opaquely dressed
and painted in promises surreal.
she vowed to love me long-time,
when I took her to my embrace.
but when the morning dawn did... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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The sweetest fawn I spy just below the dark, Forest’s Edge.
She races toward me when I slowly move to her. How bold!
When I back away, she too hides beneath the cradle of nature’s
Canopy. A glimmering ray of sunshine unveils her celestial eyes.... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Take note! Stand near!
Dark Forest protects my darling deer!
She fleetly flees o’er swollen streams wetting tears.
Not once, she glances back upon her fated fears,
Yet, runs and runs her solace soon to find.
Her thirst not quenched lest it serves to... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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waiting, i am waiting…to touch beauty so far from me.
her spirit near me in stolen, secret seconds now frees
the cosmos from prefigured form. in mystic motion she flees
the doubting spheres born deep inside the holes of me.
how moves such... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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the moon, chasing comet tails,
i spied a creature hiding behind beams
shining light years away across desert
expanses, dancing through solar winds
spiraling like a celestial jewel sweeping
through the heavens, waiting for
the moment
the... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Wherever the wind blows at night
Liquid dark is the predawn sight
That mocks my desire to pour the day bright…
Thick is the soggy air
That sucks away that melody fair
Tucked away deep within my heart
Wanting and waiting a new love to start…
All of... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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The leaves of grass lie by the
Stubborn sea and point their sails
Into the winds of the soothing waters gone
Searching in the cold of polar ice for
Melting hearts of white stone. There in the
Liquid dark is the predawn sight
That mocks my desire to... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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fell in a bed of shells that tells
of a love with the sea that sails
and propels me ever drifting against waves
that roll against craggy caves,
which lay hidden upon dark shores
pocked in gray basaltic... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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wait in ships of fate
to will the time and forge the space
renewing rites of exclusion; not to suppress,
but to keep sanity’s sacred distance.
conveyed in satiric vessels, their insane cargoes
full of madmen sail in search of reason.
every... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Blue as the heart that, softened, bleeds
My love is the wine, cold, I drink
And from her veins, hot, my mind concedes
To Her and Her alone, fear, my heart is linked
For in her veins, stirred, of redest red
And in her heart, shallow, of bluest blue,... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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in his heart, which softly bleeds,
his love is the dreg from a cold, harsh drink.
but, from her veins anvil-hot, his life concedes to
Her and Her alone…fearless his heart is linked.
that in her veins, stirred of reddest red
that in her heart,... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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My love should taste as sweet as the wine I drink.
Yet, blue is my heart that bleeds the darkest ink.
And from my weeping veins my soul would weave,
Another tale that never will be.
Even though to her and her alone my heart is bound,
For in her... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Sorrowfully blue, my lonely heart yearned to taste
Her love, a rich red wine I only dreamt to drink
To her veins my soul did willingly concede
To her and her alone
In her heart sings
Rich the vintage
Toast to love
Redest love
Bluest love
Colorlusts... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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Your Love Is
Knotted all silky,
Torn and tattered, teared with fear.
Sorrow the Craftsman’s Cry!
Eternally, you think it matters.
Its binds are not soulful sinew of heart
And blood; only smeared with grief apart,
Which moves you further away from... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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Our Love is disparate.
Stricken from without
Sickened from within.
Threadbare and weakened
With embers of sorrow,
From each we borrow.
Twisting moments
Without ever effecting
Affections dieing.
Perjuring
Affectations,
Sowing eternally,
Growing rows... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Let our souls be adjoined, sheltered
From hell’s nostril’s stormy blasts.
Forever we cling, interwoven, cocooned.
In silk residing, secure and hidden.
Tenderly we love forever,
True and sweet, never... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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feel discovered when we talk. . .
you are the dream in my sleep
you are the air i want to breathe.
now my heart pumps blood so fast
like liquid fire through my body.
when now i speak to you. . .
i feel you are born inside my heart.
my lovely, how... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 279 Views added 3 years ago
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My night is cold and hard,
My day is dark and charred.
With empty dreams I keep,
Repeatedly, piteously to reap
Some new genius, some new dream,
Some new word, some new scheme,
Which will stir my soul
And challenge others with a proper role.
However,... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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I am the enabler
Whose craft is to bring love…
To brokenness.
Hope…
To helplessness.
Faith…
To anyone and everything
That seeks the enabler
To craft for them
A gift of
tomorrow’s,
today’s, and
yesterday’s forevers. And
love is the substance
of the... – by Jeffrey Lynn Naylor | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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