IF you feed me love
i shall eat all of
you!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
Daily Archives: July 6, 2015
OPINION OF POETRY
COMPRESSED emotions
are as enticing as
short poetry ~~
shortened verses
to reach hearts!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
HONEY MADE IS HUNGRY
i too said a word
and you blushed:
we too seemed
rushed. I said
no word but held
the hand i saw
next to me,
trembling wishing
to be with me
And i do love
you! Me, the man
who may have seemed
to rush: but only
took this moment
for us. The hungry
bee buzzing in
your heart!
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MOTHER IS GROWING TIRED
You! the gimp of life!
Weissmuller to Lex Barker!
i ask forgiveness dearest
reader: time and this sticky
foul space sticks me to noise!
who’d have thought (think?)
no one (opinion) that
thinking has a know
an incredible moment
in humanity: we know!?!
So there: it seems beautiful
to think we KNOW
imprisoned in academia
which I fiercely hate!
Institutions are for
encased brains that feed
upon sincerity — and who
says NATURE IS QUAINT?
SHE devours continents
and NATIONS and ALL
civilizations — mother
is a bitch and you better
come to terms!
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THE BLACK DOVE
i shall know you are more fucked
than me ~~~~ i should say i am
more screwed by life but then again
i do not wish to gain advantage over you
because i do love you but if i say life
wrought fear and pain it is toward me wholly
and i say something spared you my lovely
broken-winged dove; two air creatures
walking upon ground one knows and the other
no idea what happened of her! So lovely
one, i am the black dove just for you
the air adores your broken wing and i
your soul! i can fly but stay with you!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
BIG MISTAKES WE BOTH PAID
i see in your eyes you want to go so i say
there’s the door so where are you going
tomorrow? i see you don’t even care ; see
your luggage unpacked, you show me
empty eyes and i worry where are
you inside yourself and i feel i feel where
you go i won’t find you; you sleep disarrayed
in our bedroom and i’m feeling smelling
knowing girl: where you go i can’ follow
won’t go there: and when you found out
about her i told you she was no one
And when I saw you seven floors
below I found a doll so broken I could
not fix you and I cried death became you
and now it grabs me too
so life is disarray and i’m feeling —
meaning i am no one so i follow you cause
i’m so sorry : the big mistake we both paid
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A HEEL LOST I LOVED
I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved
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I DON’T KNOW YOU
And i never did but do
the one who cries
and feels and hates
the fucker who hates
the one’s who hate you
so not you: i never claimed
society or Earth as my
own home
and these things called
words can go away
meat language is
so lacking ~~
choke all you want!
haha! human.
AND WHO ARE YOU?
and i don’t think i know
you and who are you?
who are you? beauty,
bravery, brilliance
brutality ~ can i say
i don’t know cause i
never saw your face
and when i sleep at night
who are you?
courage, curiosity and
dedication?
~ i got determination
and ego and you show elegance
and enthusiasm
maybe envy let’s
leave EVIL outside
fear, generosity, goodness
graciousness and a lick
from a popsicle on hot
days like these and who
are you? who are you?
wishing honesty, honor,
hope and humility
and who are you?
who are you?
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:: 07-05-2015 ::
INNER SOUNDS OF WORDS
stop this sound stop these words
i hate myself wish i loved life
a worst day i ever had
and inside my mind i know i’m strong
what should i do?
i got so high and felt so nice
when i saw a bee stinging me
but did not feel her sting
what does it mean?
why doesn’t it sting?
and the finest day i never had
realzing i’m so strong so
what should i do?
i’m insane? it’s so plain
i’m sick in body maybe mind so
all these words say, “write me down
and never hate yourself!”
I can’t complain! i’m not insane!
i’m just waiting for you
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