douglas brent smith

her little breaths outnumber mine her sleep seems far more sound our areas indistinctly marked are shared like common ground the graceful moves of daylight hours give in to those of evening the beauty seems to be, we know that neither soon is leaving her little breaths outnumber mine i count them all, each one divine. douglas brent smith  

thunder over the cliff it's such a ruckus you never can miss selling rain for a nickel and a dollar a kiss step right over the peak douglas brent smith  

something sincere about you nurtures honesty open; childlike, free so few ever knew such fearless listening something warm about you presses the passion in me with clenching senses, loving exceeding even love something radiant within you soothingly sends comfort assurance, confidence, calm distinctively grounded with you only you so much special in total about you levels beyond my understanding but firmly with the grasp of my appreciation and wonder and awe not on a pedestal something removed from any gaze unassailably you douglas brent smith  

let's hear it for sublimation the savior of Freudian man what we're lacking in sex we can use in subtext to create an artistic piece let's cheer for our insomnia the sour grapes of night when we can't close our eyes we'll create a surprise a fine aesthetic feast hooray for our anxiety motivation for modern souls when we all get the shakes we/ve got what it takes to seek a constructive release let's celebrate our problems even as we sing the blues up or out it's a turn so we might as well learn the best direction to choose douglas brent smith  

you can't explain the way things want to turn out it won't help to turn them repeatedly about all we can do now is move with the turns and if we're really up to it we live, we love, we learn douglas brent smith 

mirrors on the fallen snow reflecting where you'd like to go and what you'd be if you could know the narrative that makes it so windows in the sky with eyes exposing soporific lies and passionless dramatic sighs whispering goodbye there's no fortune bright enough to make you and there's no moonbeam light enough to take you or any hammer strong enough to break you unless you start it all alone doors that lead to empty rooms welcoming as wood tombs promising the end of gloom not all what you'd assume douglas brent smith 1974/2023 

as most ends will see all ends will be as the darkness covers you the nightfall sets you free free when you'e glistening clenched as i'm listening to your many timbres toning replies to our inquiries coherent co-developed carefully enveloped touched with out finger prints missing annotations douglas brent smith  

i just remembered you and then us and then then and then as quick it was gone what were you saying? douglas brent smith 29 January 2023

the rain doesn't touch me i'm too intent on dreaming will you come along? douglas brent smith 9 December 1973

there is so much breathing to share live, create, feel, hold, release . . .  wanting so much to touch this small soulful love who already touched first 1973  

 i became aware of the poetry of existance      and of the artistry of      her voice      of her thin, gentle fingers and      the honesty of her eyes 1973

 when a friendship                               grows deeper and the desire for sharing each and every moment lasts          behind the level of  acquaintance the need to touch                                  grows stronger tastefully (if allowed) space                  to hold (carefully) emotions silently              when words are not enough  . . .                                                       because    . . .   words are never enough . . .  12/73