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 ::
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 ::
i am like anyone; so hungry
a flesh by soul so flattered
by your smiles
i’m simply undone
by your unfastening
my simple heart
and you are my undone
I cry a tear
like diamond
and scatter my tender nothings
upon the object of your uninvited
soul — tempest so strangely
my mind thrust for you my
undone heart
i ate all the blood
upon a cross where
He bled, earth shook
an experience like…i’m anyone
so hungry; a flesh in soul
:: 03-04-2015 ::
Oh! The swirling umbrellas,
candy rain, and singing souls!
I imagined no thing as this!
Diamond eyes, flower lips,
tender skies kissing hearts! all
the dreams of a dreamer who
writes for the soul!
i cried.
to still write a poem
a soul should go above us
living for all today
these dreams are with us
and every day they do
have the strong voice
of meaning
:: 03-09-2015 ::
Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors
and across erected walls
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening…
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
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