MUMBLE DOPE droopy eye
feeble finger tremble
painting blue sky!
sun-sing blade light!
slicing fear in silver night
a muse-dance broken sight
damn! the dust twirls tight
in blood mix-meaning night
tonic ball burns and melts
Madness in eyes and ears
tongue-twisted lies
fire clean-crazy felt!
:: 01-21-2013 ::
rev: 03-10-2015
Brilliance perhaps comes
between fall and winter
what other time
that love marches — Spring!
A blind sight brings
perhaps black shard-thoughts
what banks my feet stood,
hearts feeding doves!
Dear love — awaits
feeding human fawn
there beyond the horizon
divinity speaks!
I tripped — a small rock
what soul slides —> me
i almost spoke to us/me
and love is-was all I need!
The material worth lost
reflecting our congress
We pass, what stays?
It’s easy; all of love!
:: 07-10-2014 ::
rev: 03-102-15 ::
AND shadows shout!
AND fog like muffled cries
obscuring life-like carnivals
when all lights sleep!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
And today I commit my sanity
to a cage of padded walls
inside a bone cave
— a bone bomb
so quietly exploding;
the sparks leave me
through spirit and eyes!
I was a normal creature
until pushed aside
by the wave of humanity
the untold tons of flesh
across my soul!
and now I carve words
from feelings I lost
years ago!
:: 03-09-2015 ::
the dinner plate
is quite empty
i sit here
contemplating
quietly awaiting
a meal for my soul
and thoughts
as clean as porcelain
invade me
the clarity of my mind
fed me!
:: 03-10-2015 ::
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