Daily Archives: March 12, 2015

Love & Spring

my sweet Spring voice!
throated blue-jay
sing!  What sound
when the voice of
that woman i
dearly love!

:: 03-08-2015 ::


POST MORTEM GRIN

i love the silence you give me
so still and quiet
contemplating your situation,
so appreciated!  And you
haven’t said a word
— forever
ever!  i saw your eyes;
coins kept in place
any opportunity for you
to see!  A pity.  But lovely
how the stitches crawl
up toward your heart
keeping promises forever
oh, um, forever sewn
like it’s so much grief
a life cut short by disease
we can scientifically call
fucking life.
yeah.  YEAH!  And you
and Mozart decompose
the score of a thing
called purple life
it’s only me so don’t cry
and you smell…formaldehyde
but your lips still grin

:: 03-08-2015 ::


Like One With Love

with margin so small
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her

:: 03-08-2015 ::


Since When Beginning

since when beginning
i did always
believe in you
that I did always
love that till I loved
never lived me
till I loved you
I did always love
my heart told me
that I never lived
until I loved
since when beginning
i did always love you

:: 03-08-2015 ::


The Romantic Synthetic

i touched a flower
on Glisse 49
the sun was distant
but not so much
as the home of my blood;
my Earth gave to me.
It hurt
but the flower soothed
the circuits
of my heart
my humanity
is a gift by Man
but my Soul
by The Creator of All!

:: 03-08-2015 ::


A BALANCE OF SILENCE

That distance  once between
us-  that quiet
balance of silence
and will to be strangers
has died;
I buried it the other day
while holding ancient pottery
and then i became alive,
forever yours

:: 03-08-2015 ::


TIS LOVE, ALL OF LIFE!

And by the clock of life
i heard the birds
begin at times by three
and some by four
and my heart by soul
i heard my spirit
and times of love
and pain o’fear
I paint their song
in deep red-kiss
A distant neighbor
came by to say,
“i heard the brook
speak your name
like water upon
the rocks!”
I took his hand
and said these words,
“Tis Love in all
of life!”

:: 03-08-2015 ::


I SIT HERE

I sit here by the beyond
one spreading dot
of comfort space
and to feed the angry
snapping thoughts
of everything wrong
I could only weep
but for what I do not know!

:: 03-09-2015 ::


VACANT SENTIMENT

did I express a seemingly
vacant sentiment this morning?
I heard it on a window sill,
that smallest large-heart
sang and fluttered her wings!
and below the stories
of a concrete tower
the yellow cabs honk
as geese fly north;
the reflection upon
that windowpane is
my confession!

:: 03-09-2015 ::


Love is a Nation

Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature;
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors,
across erected walls.
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening
and heavy souls

:: 03-09-2015 ::