I died For you
I lied when I said
I died for you
and loved you
instead of death
I lied for that love
and cried for you
that when I died
when I could not
lay with you
so I died and died
and lied
when I said
I died. For you
men are little boys
wishing for mother
:: 06-18-2014 ::
LIFE!
what death —
THE IMMORTAL LIE
that which dies
not the soul my dear
THE flesh is a skin
human pleasures
A CAGE for the mind
but life! My fireflies
dance incandescent
flower bed scents
but LIFE what death!
broken tooth lie!
we ALL smother
and die a death
simply the skin
but souls prevail
with eyes clearly
bursting truth!
:: 06-20-2014 ::
l. O VE
horror L I. Fe
bl. Eed. Ing. Lips
I. E. At You
that. Animal
pulsing. Bleeding
orchid. Bloom
the Beast taste
My man lips
and teeth devour
you —– bliss kiss
:: 06-19-2014 ::
I did it! I stole the light
That child I am — so
[lay] I did for me
and myself cried
did you feel the river?
I fed it my happy tears
and my child-me ran
we did! Upon the fields
of our-my dreams
and life smelled
like laundry clothed
wind-swept dried souls
: 06-20-2014::
Such fair weather
what storm-burst!
Where caressing
heat-touch brilliant
morning sun each light
drenched step —
Warring showers within
the beautiful sorrow!
On a blue sky mourning
my bruised heart singing
songs-bluejay melodies
:: 06-20-2014 ::
WHAT LOVE
DEMANDS…
// a soul bleeds \\
all the LIFE
a SOUL
that human
can produce
Nothing Less!
:: 06-18-2014 ::
I died. For you
I died For you
I lied when I said
I died for you
and loved you
instead of death
I lied for that love
and cried for you
that when I died
when I could not
lay with you
so I died and died
and lied
when I said
I died. For you
men are little boys
wishing for mother
:: 06-18-2014 :.
my death(sentence) –> dies
singularly learned (stiff)necks)
scrutinized by prose(police)
a formality of dusty halls
the light that never falls
but my prose-eat sunlight
unstructured for the soul
:: 06-12-2013 ::
GIVE So,(a)letchion
so //um//thing sow
itching —
bee(,)see-believing
a-tone-ing
so-tongue[um]-annoying
jay-sush dying
a C r o S S bleeding
His hole -lay spread
-ing (burst-life) morning
the rock removed -|-
corner(stone) bloomed!
:: 06-13-2014 ::
Does the wind weep
at missed opportunity?
Never contemplated —
less seen —
it knocks an entrance
upon nature’s door
a friendly visit upon
life’s shores
:: 06-12-2014 ::
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