Monthly Archives: October 2014

SPRING WATERS CLEANSE THE SOUL

LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!

:: 10-30-2014 ::


THE HAMMER OR ANVIL

THE hammer or the anvil?
Some would say
the hammer
but I know the better
as in life
that lived I
the anvil so solid
and life a frail arc
falling upon it’s dreams

Oh! Life, that severe beating!

:: 01-32-2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014


FIVE POEMS – IV

Such wind blows my love, upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth.
And now the grasp of pain so coldly sweeps
upon frozen tears — pain hurts the soul!
I should say come away! Away from sorrow…
but the gate between fate and me is locked.
Should i find that eternal key it be your heart!

:: 02-08–2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014


I CANNOT PULL MYSELF TOGETHER

i cannot pull myself
together
u  n  t  i  l
i have complete ly
f a
l
l
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n
a   p     art

:: 10-28-2014 ::


AND THE LONELY ARE ONE ARMY

AND the lonely
are one army!
We shall fight
to the end
for all love!
Against evil,
and soldiers
of hate and fear,
the victor, us!
Our spoils
nothing more
than love
and peace!
This ends war!

:: 10-28-2014 ::


L I F E

“I AM shores
eating you”
said the waves.
“And I am life,
ebbing you!”
said God.
I am ME,
said soul!
Building
dreams by
sandcastles
upon my shore!
Is simply LIFE!

:: 10-28-2014 ::


HOPE IS A FOREST

“i am ugly but i dream”

said the toad.

“And I am wings,

but just butterfly”

said the forest princess.

And the dream with wings

flew toward the morning glory,

and all her dew;

and nothing could deny

the forest bloomed

in a marriage of

hope and despair!

:: 10-28-2014 :


upEND

i look at life
so differently
that i upEnd
all reality
:: 10-28-2014 ::

SOUP AND THREAD

THERE’S a golden thread
within my noodles,
and needle-head too!
I have yet to find a soup
to stitch a flavored soul.
My spirit-favored lover
where is my spoon?
“Over here,
within my heart!”

ET INDE HUC (From There to Here)

FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?

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