WE all sleep as children
a solemn belief of night
the majesty of our life
a twilight kingdom
and I love you my dreamer
who comfort my empty life
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Daily Archives: July 5, 2014
TWILIGHT KINGDOM
ROSE RED
blew, the wind! Again!
a splash of rolling red
across the hill unto
an empty toad (road)
the bleeding Rose of red
a tumble turned twist
until she rest before
the toes of my heart
— perfectly painted
manicured toes
my princess —
soon, my heart! Wins!
:: 07-03-2014 ::
MY COMPLETE MADNESS
If I died within my complete madness
would I go to a heavenly asylum
One of celestial rubber rooms
and mad scientists of Freudian School
I wish my God a savant of love
who adore romanticism and Mozart
We should drink tea with Jung
and hear of intellectual mysticism
:: 07-04-2014 ::
TOUCH STONE
I love a scab
upon the scalp
It provides
a touch stone
between
Finger and Mind
:: 07-04-2014 ::
TWO RIVERS
I kiss delightedly tender
crisp promise lips
the softly rose my-budding
flower petal [excites me]
and forgive my confusion
the tongue lost in promise
a greatest ever evening!
My wife and forever lover
Two rivers bled into one
Today is an eternal Forever
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I WROTE A NOVEL
I wrote a novel
tonight for you
and if I ever said
how much I love
the woman you are
it’s within this book
and I die believing
the word I wrote
It has a single word
and if ever someone
gave you anything
I want this book
to say it all:
The word is LOVE
and it is all forever
my novel for you
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I CAN TELL YOU
I can tell you
there’s a difference
between 3 PM
and 3 AM
But days and nights
are a strobe light
across the carnival
of my terror life
:: 07-04-2014 ::
THE THOUGHT
GOD, within His infinite loneliness
said, “Do something, anything!”
And Lucifer said, “I have an idea.”
:: 07-04-2014 ::
A TWISTED THORN
I ne’er guarantee
surrealism through
tilted lenses —
it’s a thing in the heart
A twisted thorn bleeding
in the little lost child —
screaming for nirvana
:: 07-02-2014 ::
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