MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
Monthly Archives: October 2014
LOVE MISCARRIAG-ED!
UPON THE HILL GENOA
Broken roads leading to nowhere
I felt the end of our path —
and closed my eyes again.
it is the end |||
So many miles to our end,
and you shouted denial
but it is the end and I
felt the world move again.
I dreaded and mourned
this day, it is a dead-end
and I leave all I know again
feeling my heart burst when
I died upon the hill Genoa
and my tears fell but I stood
tall upon my falling soul.
And where you went I followed
even in death I put my hands
within yours as you run from
the danger of life and that death
you love so much
It’s a colliding HillLove
called Genoa
:: 10-27-2014 ::
UNtIL I HAVE COMPLETELY
I cannot pull myself
together
until
I have completely
f a
l
l en
a p a r t
:: 10-28-2014 ::
SIlENCE SPEAKS
Could silence speak,
what might it say?
Invariably it’s message
should be:
“If I speak, could you
hear? If you’ve listened,
then my voice you know.”
I, my soul and mouth
speechless…
and silence spoke to me!
:: 10-27-2014 ::
DRIPPING BRUSH MY heART
my love SoBe ateTu fo
my cherrie aMo re
heart that i fell
no tBy son(g) but
love…
andWhatNext my soul,
the girlIn red heels
jayCoo by sea
laBelle dameSan regrets
:: 10-26-2014 ::
MY BOTTLEDWORD BY SEA
my bottledWord by sea,
tossing dipping
drowing almostly by
squalls and the hot
blood of ocean
My penKnew inklings,
like severeKraken
gripping timeHearts
And where my heartWords?
Wash ashore — neatly
within my bottledSoul
only the future knows,
but myTimeBymoments
— my future friend,
I do love you like
today — I wear you
when I swim!
:: 10-22-2014 ::
BY H E I G H T S
BY heights I have died,
that soaring love of you!
My nights I have dreamed
by searching chamber hearts
whenever my thoughts think
it always runs to you!
:: 10-22-2014 ::
I SHOULD KNOW
My feet so tiny,
by comparison
to life!
My mouth a hole,
one I never knew!
Life consumes me,
and thoughts too,
like…
tinyEyes upon
a broadBare face,
eaten tearsby time.
And the criminal,
love that steals!
A goodness lit me
when a morrow rose!
:: 10-24-2014 ::
MY STRANGE BRILLIANT FLOWER
AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.
And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!
And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.
Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!
I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls
:: 10-24-2014 ::
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