Daily Archives: October 2, 2014

THIS, MY CHILD HEART SINGS!

i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me

i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you

i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!

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THE HOUSE OF EROS

i met a person who lives
inside the hearts of lovers
and eats away the dreams
and kicks away the flesh
of souls who are ruined
by that whispery touch

she is the queen of lust

the heart knew at first
when my hair stood up
and my feelings crashed
beyond the field of love

and the palms of my hands
swore you shall never be
a gallant man who holds
a love within your hands

and the swamp churned
alligator danced too
as i walked my way
to the house of Eros

Now you are warned my friend!
she has a suitcase in hand
and the only time you’ll be
safe is when she’s away

God only knows if i won!

And now i stay inside
when the sun goes down
holding dearly to life
and all religious things

rosary, cross and heart

she is the queen of lust
and i cried, “mother,
you told me not to do
what you’ve done!  Stay
upon the course of life
and not in the field
where lust runs wildly.”

Well, i was warned
and the Earth sang
to me dear man,
the swamp churns
alligator and mud
and you are sweet
that ingredient
between the rising
sun and death lust

And God, who won?
only within the house
of Eros will you know

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CRIMINAL LOVER

THE long arm of love
will find you —
no matter how many
crimes of hearts
you’ve committed!

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PUBLISHING HOUSE FOOLS

i stood and cried // laughed inside
for the poets // who ride inside
the mindset of publishing
fools who know // nothing but
marketing tools and check their
flies — Fridays
Mercy!
I stood my heart upon a table so wide
and hungry eyes inside cotton-ears,
and the attic bats equal zero:  none
intellect cries — ‘give me a piece
of meat instead of this shit’
and just for this one moment i was
a bad-man, so get it on!
Get it on! And I rode inside the
cover of a woman who loves me
With just one luck she found me
and said, “let’s get it on!”
Whoo!
and i became a federal agent
of hidden terrorist-like hearts
fighting for love over death
and ignorance and all that smell
— and we said, ‘let’s get it on!’

[moma told me something —
only for one ear]

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