Daily Archives: April 8, 2014

BRUTE HUMORS LOVE

What grows —
Love or
        brute
animal behavior
delivers strength
but love —
a future of peace
one a feathered peacock
the other Angelic wings

:: 04-0-2014 ::


SPRING FEVER

Spring fever has come
to all of you who know
and love freedom too

Thomas has a tree
he planted, needs feeding
and any blood will do
a finger scratches

not a sniff-and-do
but a document made
years ago in soul-gold

We love and love do
liberty dance with me
freedom breeds life
and life is a whore
she loves everyone

So now, a silence sings
it’s everywhere too
and the world’s eyes
stare and bleed at you
We have a show to tell

Feed me love my liberty
i taste the blood of ages
and my soul i give to you
oh, never mind the fear
instant fame for heroes

and the tree grows
a stem strong and firm
and guns and roses too
sing me that freedom song

:: 04-07-2014 ::


CHATTERBOX

LOVE
is that chatterbox
a birdsong in morning
and softly whispers
incessantly at night

:: 04-07-2014 ::


VULGARITY

‘Honesty’ doing its best impression
of being a pimp.

:: 04-07-2014 ::


THE BEST FRIEND EVER[lasting]

Pale Rider

DEATH.
That one friend which will never leave you
in good times or bad times — it will always
be there and will never forget you
And when you are having your shittiest day
and want to give up…well, it will embrace you!

:: 04-07-2014 ::


SKIN SCRUBS

MY vat of bubble pain
submerged Pisces soap
and a razor sharp rope
too dull to do the job
My faucet [ran] dry of hope

:: 04-07-2014 ::


I SMELLED

I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in

:: 04-07-2014 ::