that it is — at night’s mawning
through overpast daze
berated spirit leaving —
that suncrest hope on cuts
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul
that love, too, my longing
:: 06-11-2024 ::
Monthly Archives: June 2014
A HUNDRED POEMS – 070
A HUNDRED POEMS – 068
if I LOVE // what be more
that I express — stumble tumble
my tears a leg // broken shoe
I should not beg the spot
that love what touched
the center of my yellow sun
so I love what never touched
that red blot center of your heart
and if I love // what be more?
:: 06-09-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 069
MY heavy silent voice
the lush lust flesh
a lost paradise
the war that tore
centuries of Nation
my beautiful one
I die(d) many times
and here I stand
firmly attesting love
and await you — love
forEVER through time
I ate my sanity save
my love which keeps me
— my heavy silent voice
:: 06-10-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 067
Wet kisses
tumble slippery streets
vexatious
intentions
And I beg big billboard signs
so I may know when you kiss
my intention is purely my own
I wish to lock-love those lips
across my tired wheel-well
hot summer streets swell them
as your lips cross my heart
:: 06-05-2014 ::
SEXY. IMMORTAL AGE, FINE SKIN, WOMAN
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
I A W A KE
I awake — terribly awake!
and I tear a tear in my wake!
I dare awake within my dream
and shed a tear within my dream
I take the fall of your heartbeat
upon my wakeful dream
so lovely the dream I awake
and the wake I leave behind
is less than the dream that awaits
I awake within your dream
and souls like ours live awake
and love abounds in our dreams
: 06-08-2014 ::
THE GREAT EYE
The Great Eye within
your closet never blinks
and the knob hardly
turned by your hand
but your life-clothes
need a change today
and the Great Eye
awaits your opening
the door for a change
it’s stare sees all ‘you’
and there’s nothing
you can do to hide
when you open that door
to the closet of your life
:: 07-07-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 066
I think today
I broke a word
in my ignorance
I did the deed
within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
damp soil lay the bee
in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder
‘Oh! It cannot BEE!’
:: 06-02-2014 ::
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