EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~
but a lesson: the emotions
are greater than any angle-STACKED
font-bite BEING!
It is EMOTION and not words
that poets should express
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Daily Archives: July 10, 2015
ABOUT POETS AND WORDS AND EMOTIONS
EGGshell EMBRYO
does the egg adore
the embryo?
and a heart,
the emotion of
love and hate
or FEAR?
i might say:
being comfortably
home now(today)
the eggSHELL has
no bearing on embryo
and nor does the
heart with hate
or love or indifference
the universe is a child
learning
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WHEN PROSE APPROACHES SOUL
THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!
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MY NUDE MIND
my NUDE MIND
unfolding this extravagant
tightly wounded emotion
///////into\\\\\\\
words i dearly wish i could
express in touch and kiss!
the private sentiments by
which dusty desert winds
blow away; like all great
compositions of hearts and
souls!
And my palette is full of red!
as blood, dear, as blood
though cold it is you i
embrace of fire and wood
and the winds! the winds
say, “kiss her again and again”
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LIFE’S A BAG OF TREMBLING NERVES
i found a bag of stringFULL
pearls
and i don’t care if you
use me again;
kissing sharpArrows
slung by Cupid’s despair
the mythology is the forgotten
romance of humanity
the great Ones never clog their-
sevles with the feeble praise
of poetic life ~ and i need you
even dirt understands me and
for-heaven’s sake i won’t believe
there’s not another place
where we will not sit
it’s so cold to be NoWhere
so old to be here and so easy
to blow up problems; it’s so
easy to breakdown and so easy
to love the sound: “i love you”
hands on ankles feet on wrists
and naked in thoughtful
bliss of you ~
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CHILDHOOD SCHOOL
i would with older shoes walk wet streets and watch
mirrored water scattered-by what was my dreams
the taunting children of school screaming “you are
poor!” seeing holes within my pants/but my heart was
and ALWAYS new regardless of school’s seasons and some
-gentler kind HEARTED souls would befriend me }| in the
library always where I stayed at recess and after lunch
until the metal heart beating drill-drum thrumbed rapping
ringing bell rang:
“come! let us congregate
again and match brain-to-brain!”
i always won when they
picked upon my soul
always gentle to them
but the lesson was higher
than the chin upon where
they gripped the floor
life, that burning decision of purpose!
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WATCH THE SECOND HAND OF TIME
i look away then
what if you never look
at me? WHEN the clock ticks
and never says time
i say i always lose
i never hear what you
say so go slow
confused || warm nights
and if when then sometimes
C O N F U S I O N
i hear you calling my name
‘dear, i go slow and if
you wish watch the clock,
and if you fall learn
how the second hand moves’
it’s a single moment of time
that moves us through life
and hope you find it
it’s a reason why i’m out
of time ~ and if you’re
lost i look away then
what if you never look at me?
It’s when the clock ticks
and never says time
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GRASS SKIRT DANCING ON BEACH SANDS
i was seized by flame!
seized by whim!
hard to explain
when i died
upon the whim of a moaning
–YOU! cigarettes and
burning fingerTouched
i was mesmerized
and say to you we take
the silver tongue to
the pier at the edge
of this lustful ocean
:ME: Oh, so fun, so
sun, so umbrella and i
like how my skin looks
and my feet too
and when you’re done
i love myself
within your drowning
caresses ~~ i swim the SEA
of LOVE!
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THERE IS ________
THERE is unbelievable
magic
in everyday life
if only slightly(why? or lest
we understand)
t e
a r s
a The):I AM L O V E
BESTING the sweetest KISS
from the tiniest smile
hugging LIFE and FEAR
and,
Embracing Soul and Spirit
Earth, Flesh and Blood
remembering who WE ARE
the CIVILIZATION WITH HISTORICAL
AMNESIA
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PENNY IN THE GUTTER
THE penny in the gutter
saw me ; nothing more exactly
terrible than
throwing opportunity away.
one lost by holes in a pocket;
than like despair which impersonates
a lonely street: me || the walls ||
my heart that lived, asks: “should
mind overhear and explain “Who?” —
the silence,knowing,feeling,SAYing
“do WE pick up the penny within the
gutter?” and then maybe hugging a
lonely dying destitute soul within
a park: a penny for your thoughts ~
for your hearts, for your soul
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