Monthly Archives: December 2013
My DEARLY loved one
there truely
are no words
that expression
god-smack love
that smittens
the best of us
to express
such feelings
that betray
our mask
of hidden
expression
My nature – so low
compared to Mother’s
love — what you need
I lack in my given
To believe that gulf
can be bridged —
is more than I know
but I try and so I do
in all I say and think
I always truely think of you
Let fire and ice
burn and freeze me
but never disbelieve
What my words
–that I try to express
To you love
love always
for you
— forever…
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DREAMY winter singing winds
— I hear their chorus tonight
As laughing tendril-finger snows
click and dance in dipping ice-flows
upon my furnace-spice lips
What B-flat notes are tripping
running — stripping
across key-minor hearts…
Oh, so vying are your spasms
— my destined lust-bombs
exploding fire
— blue and green
reflection across the frozen
river of our hearts…
Comes the ice
and mixing fire
into the cauldron
of our lives
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TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
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AND WHEN I’m within
your warm and gentle arms
sing me to sleep
hush my baby —
close your teary eyes
Don’t try to awake me
you say —
because I will be over there
in the land of bliss
and I love you — you care
I won’t disturb your paradise
but only need some advice
what will it take to awake
when you’re gone and I’m alone
Hush my baby dear —
have more than faith
and don’t you fear
love is as it was…
and shall be with your heart
Sing to me
lullaby
so I can live
and cherish
the heart God has given
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Loving care
for our hearts
and damn the world
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I GIVE TO YOU my feelings
upon a silver platter
Which feeling you choose
to devour is up to you
but choose carefully
there are so many tasty bits
to savior and consume
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THE HUMAN LANGUAGE is front-loaded
with the weaponry it requires
to destroy the bearer of any news
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AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
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A DEAD man once came to me
within my dream – was more than that
He I met while still alive
Christmas trees he sold to the living
Across a swath of Texas land
those trees peppered the ground
like missiles they pointed upward
The greatest smile and warm-jointed hand
A true soul with weathered spirit…
Many times he approached me in my sleep
always caring and doing for me such things
aside from that long story I have to say…
His message was a note for his daughter
Holy symbols he used in all he did
as the number 3 — dreams, divinity and me
So in the year of his death — which I not knew
I went to visit his Christmas Tree ranch
parked my car and walked toward the receiver
A lovely lady who stared at me — questions…
we felt the connection and I had to say
“I have a message for you from your daddy”
She burst into tears and fell into my arms
“How did you know, Sir! How did you know!”
The short story for you — I tell the reader
“He said he’s saved and dearly misses you.”
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I AM a bundle of confused what-if’s
swimming southward toward the State
— of ‘Has-Been’
Knowing so very well my passport
has become full and expired
No country can claim me
— not even your Earth
I am the man that fell to space
and can never return…
lost in your meanings — such language
cultures, music, poetry — too much!
The whales they understand such feeling
your largest creature for a reason
the hottest blood, heart and soul swims
But I have drowned
and so go I must…
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THERE is no shock like that of waking up
within one’s possessed skin to fully realize
we are only visitors and not from the-here
I talk not of an academic approach
which requires only a mind-thought
but the unequivocal knowing and feeling
that we have possessed the animal-human
parading as less than what we are
and some succumb to their skin-suits
and have shed their light-hearts
and run amok in primal urge and
have the doer-evil deeds of darkness
Truly there is duality
in our current experience
— and a very fine line
between madness and sanity
[There is more…
that can be said…]
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