I am pushing Searching for you Low then high Low then high Making motion Where emotion dwells Poussant Poussant I am pushing Searching in the chasm Secret agent debutante Pushing for alertness Pacing in the moon streets Feeling for your arms I feel like a perishable item Touch me For I am fragile Make me … Continue reading Poussant: Randy James Hoffman
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Wild Wherecats By Randy James Hoffman
Wild wherecats jumping playing cat and mouse, Wild wherecats reaching far into the house. I would offer them a cats eye stone if I thought it would help. So they don't scratch the furniture and floors with their claws. I find that wherecats are easily startled, if you give them a boo. They let out … Continue reading Wild Wherecats By Randy James Hoffman
Stardust Aliens By Randy James Hoffman
We gazed up at the stars With the smell of The Milky Way In our nostrils Peering into the dark blue-black sky Wondering if there are others Out there Thinking about us Down here on the Great Blue Marble We call earth Place of our birth for this lifetime But have we lived before We … Continue reading Stardust Aliens By Randy James Hoffman
Byways By Randy James Hoffman
With this life so ordinary I crave adventure Seek excitement in the city byways Walk the streets Looking for that long time savior One who will change All these grey threads into rainbow One to drown all the pain Lift me to a new plateau Where all the light can be seen One gift me … Continue reading Byways By Randy James Hoffman
Butterfly By Randy James Hoffman
On the cornices of epic thought I found you thinking about equality and human transformation "all humans in a cocoon" you said, "Waiting to become butterflies" Some of us already have the winds refreshed our minds as we talked of higher things there goes another human sprouting some wings look,look! flying towards us another friend … Continue reading Butterfly By Randy James Hoffman
Only the Wing By Randy James Hoffman
It was only the first time, I never knew. I never knew it would be like this. The very Earth moving in my hand. I tried to understand it. How this could come to be. Ah you are young my friend, and filled with prophecy. Only the lover can know the kiss, only the poet … Continue reading Only the Wing By Randy James Hoffman
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