The imaginary DREAM-like leaping
page from page of static moments
i bit the felt-tip pen of god’s
creative hand and the golden
drops of his timeFlesh bled
into my EyeChasm pools
Consciousness is WingBird
without feathers beating
eternity into a meal
that mortalBEING mouths
devour
:: 01-11-2015 ::
WE walk upon the lemon slice
like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate
a heart full of pie
and i love your face
it makes mascara smear
when i taste your heart
oh, moon like a drop
of caught tears!
i crushed you there
in my fist,
and on top of day
i forgot your name
when i taste your heart
it makes mascara smear
Oh well, oh yeah
it’s an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
:: 01-11-2015 ::
today i met death
beyond a tiny door
just a few steps
away from the dream
and you looked
through the window
i saw you scream
with your halo
dancing upon your head
i’m now home all alone
and brimstone sings
“she’s still alive,
all in white and you
the eternal darkness”
i sleep fitfully tonight
the worst part of days
but i play alongside
oh, yeah my fears
and i touch your skin
makes me shiver god
and why oh hell yeah
why am i still alive
hey, oh my, your halo
lights up the night
i’m just beyond
a tiny door
:: 01-09-2015 ::
to catch the gleam
bird-eye dove in
flight
and crashing river
over-pours my
cup of Life
i knew the nest
of crackedEggs
to watch the gleam
of baby eyes
the Feathers
of hungrySouls
always wishing
gentle winds
and yetScreams
the jet streams
of current’s life
:: 01-11-2015 ::
y IS a nothing, little KNOWN
childPAIN dead while LIFE
walks in [EXPLODING room]
walk! cry,
i had a spoon
babyMouth and SHOUT
‘why!…oh why! Meaty-hand
across the tender skin ofTears
sorry you forgot Jesus and
angels; Pontius saved me
and I ate tree bark days
so sorry while i sing
‘I am so me, alive
i am so child…’
the boss walks through
in my remembered blood
blood, song, words, pain
and i (h)ate the flesh
of my life!
y IS a nothing
little known child
dying each moment we
question, ‘is it so
is it so, so? i’m
still alive so alive
and i burn so burn
burn burn burn burn
all the lost hopes
of love that never
tried as hard as me,
just aFreak needing
the love of Jesus
:: 01-09-2015 ::
FREAKS!
Wonders. The bizarre,
like astounding dreams!
It’s terrifying
such enchantress:
the beauty of hearts
It’s love kissing
life!
:: 01-09-2015 ::
The true monsters
are the beautiful oddities
who live in the towns
we past on Interstates
The normal lives
in exit signs
that we never detour
:: 01-09-2015 ::
i have seen that sun of you like
the light
(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
…. . …
. .. . . ………………….*
the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life
the stir is unutterably a broken wing
dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields
when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die
:: 01-01-2015 ::
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