Allspirit Poetry
Selections from the Poetry of Steve Toth
LANGUAGE IS A METAPHOR
Language is a metaphor
for direct contact
I understand your silent eye transmissions
& feel the love poems in your touch
Make my flesh real
let your fingers connect me
There’s nothing to stop you
from seeing all the way
to the bottom of my soul
My mind is racing
but it can’t run fast enough
to catch my heart
You’re the source of the quaking
in my solar plexis
How can I hide the burning from the one
from whom I caught it?
Your kisses have danger
written all over them
My heart is roaring
or is it your heart?
Your love still hits like a head on
collision with every day reality
Like a prevailing wind
you’re still blowing my mind
The doors to all my cells fly open
inviting you to break my jail
& free the very last prisoner
How do you know to come
when I’ve lost all my petals
& I’m only covered with thorns?
Even with confusing pain
it’s worth certain death to love you
Our love is healing us more each day
Since you’ve come into my garden
all the flowers you pass
burst into bloom in your wake
~Steve Toth
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YOUR TOUCH IS UNHINGING
Your touch is unhinging
Your eyes express such joy
it makes me forget there’s nothing to fear
The starling flock in my heart is now aflutter
How can you still be dealing me hands
when you’ve already cleaned me out?
You’ve even got me seeing the strangeness
right here in the living room
since you altered my vision with a look
What chance does a solitary star have
against a whole sky full of darkness?
A pretty good one if it’s the sun you are
& this is your solar system
Plug me into your power source
Where thoughts go energy follows
Shattered things don’t just go back
the way they were do they?
Listen while I crash my waves for you
Why didn’t I know there would be such discoveries?
Come let me dig you further
How can I always be in your presence?
You cleared a way when you told me:
“If it wasn’t for this wall
we wouldn’t be needing a window
& if not for this window
I wouldn’t be drawing these curtains aside”
Then you opened me for good
~Steve Toth
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ANY MOMENT NOW
The more we are what we are
the lonelier it gets
You don’t need to get away
for some time alone
We’re always alone
So why kid ourselves
& act as if we don’t know
We know very well but
don’t like to think about it
because it makes us
feel suddenly abandoned
Just like we know
we’re about to breathe our last
any moment now
Much better to simply accept it
because we’re already
getting light headed
& because there’s suddenly
nowhere to lean
nowhere to stand
The earth seems tiny like a baseball
being shot out of your reality
or a mortal shell
or some kind of nerve gas
What kind of wild story
will our minds make up this time
to explain what
happened to our senses?
When you’re solitary
distances take more out of you
Every cup life hands you
seems ready to shatter
Everybody lives with
the knowledge in their own way
Some get fired up & leave the lights on
Others explode into countless fragments
none of which seem to belong anywhere
& still manage to show only courage
in the face of some
of the strangest things yet encountered
without even the senses
to fully grasp them
~Steve Toth
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NO TIME
The sun doesn’t contain itself
so how shall we?
What’s more precise
than our own illusions?
Be not afraid
I feel free to tell you anything
I want to learn to drive you wild
Nobody’s safe
We’re all naked as flowers
How do you always know where to look?
Love me silly
Love my brains out
Nothing here is what it seems
There’s no time to waste
so we never cease our explorations
No more words without lives
We don’t run with predators anymore
we run with the prey
What’s more important
than the way life is
playing with your hair
disguised as my figures?
My thinking passages
are all fogged up with your breath
Our desires are developing their own strains
Tease me with revelations
Whatever you touch
you seem to transfigure
Transfigure me with your touch
Only you know what I mean
There’s no time to waste
Sing for me
Sing death is a lie
You’re what’s really intoxicating
making the moon shine
in the still of this night
~Steve Toth
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LOVE ISN’T WHAT THE WORDS SAY
We circle the sky like two birds
who fell out of their nests together
& now are lighter than air
Watch what you long for burn you
I thought I was well done
but next to you
I’m just a raw soul
You satisfy my longing
as nothing else can do
If work is a form of worship
we work together well
When I was lost & broke
you found me & made me whole
When I was shut closed
you unlocked me & opened my passageways
I close my eyes with a deep breath
to concentrate on feeling everything you touch
but they only fly open
to lie on you a spell
I smell you all over me
My one desire is to breathe with you
until the day I die
Words are bubbles
breaking on the surface
of silence
Words are the tools of ignorance
Remember the love songs we sang
long before we knew any words for language?
Take every bit of my love my love
I’m just happy to see you making it a paradise
Love isn’t what the words say
What of it?
Go on singing
~Steve Toth
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A PERFECT EXAMPLE
I’m a perfect example
of the kind of person I am
An utter idiot
looking endlessly into your eyes
We want to ride together some waves of delight
but our bubbles pop & we’re shooting stars
There’s a moment of feeling ridiculous
Our love is a light we like to leave on
I love you as you love me
& you don’t find that scary
Is that a warmth or a tingling
making its way slowly up your spine?
I feel something in you matching the chill
crawling up mine
Love has ripped our realities open again
Every cell in my body has free will
that’s how I come to love you so freely
It’s the sympathetic magic
of ordinary things coming together
to become extraordinary
We’re involved in ways we can’t imagine
I have no idea for instance
what’s flowing in a flower besides water
or making a bird cry
out its name until we start calling it that
We become the breath of life
inhaling lifetimes of wounded desire
What were we just talking about?
I’m always talking about you
no matter what the words say
~Steve Toth
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About Steve
All the poems on this page are written by Steve Toth. Steve has a new
poetry book, a selection of poems from the
last five years (2001-2006), 'Still Making Love/Not War' which is now
available from
Amazon or
Ebay (search for steve toth).
"There's an old joke going around that if you can remember the
sixties then you weren't really there, but for those who truly lived
them, they were unforgettable times. Steve Toth lived them. As a
founding member of the Actualist Movement - a group of revolutionary
poets brought together by the University of Iowa's Writer's
Workshop - Steve made love with words then and remains a maker of
love today. A legendary Internet poet whose love poems have been
forwarded around the world & back, in
STILL MAKING LOVE NOT WAR Steve goes back to his roots to
see what blossoms."