and how many likes
does it take
to get to the
CENTER
OF YOUR EGO?
:: – ::
Monthly Archives: March 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 ::
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