apad 11

[bardiphouka]

Sometimes Life is a border,
There are no guards, no
Homeland Security of the heart.
Each kiss opens the passport
to lead to a land or
anywhere the touch can lead.

Comments

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

Perhaps a sort of gate to pass through to see what lies you are carrying would be rather useful?

Aaah, don't tempt me, Bardi!

[j-flattermann.livejournal.com]

But sometimes there are fortresses and high, thick walls. Depending on who you find, they are crumbling or in breakable.

[urb-banal.livejournal.com]

this does conjure a lot of images, which is great poetry!

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

I feel morally offended you used Homeland Security in an analogy for the heart. In fact, I think I just feel yucked out.

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

But it was a measure of opposites,so to speak

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

I don't care man. Heart and Homeland Security? Seriously?

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

but like the poem says,sort of..Homeland Security has no heart

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

Sorry I live in DC. I get to overhear security studies peeps all the time. Least romantic and sacred and delicate thing I can think of.

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Having had to deal with Homesland Security (long story,eh?) that was the idea..that nothing so negative was in effect there.

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

Not having to deal with Homeland Security, just in the water here. A very unpoetic sort of thing from my perspective.

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

hehe you had to deal with them?

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Someone told them I was here illegally

[siquidhabent.livejournal.com]

Gee how'd they get that funny idea?