SOMETIMES and mostly many times
we are dead. i wished alive but
mostly the heavy head in the
thickest mud and dried ground
by ages of beaten fists of time.
We were all babies once so pure,
clean, and unblemished…
the most of humans were this
but some still are!
too few, too late.
? i am not sure of this
and still stirs within me
a hope brighter than the sun
— when it comes (i do believe)
all things will change.
And the name? The Name IS
and ALWAYS WAS!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
if some (i say,,, wayward soul)
should approach me
let me hide beneath a
heavy speaking rock
and the worms and things
keep comfort unto my soul
if this (what is it?)
is sometimes a fire
let the easy mouth render
water to quench the burning
desire for any explanation
— sometimes beauty is
the hidden voice
behind many words
AND the flower of my mouth
is dry: please wet it
with your thoughts!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
THE last kiss felt like eternity
i caught myself and all the dreams
i think were real
and the heart tears
a hole in my soul
and i try to kill it
all away…
i saw the gods of love and hate
and tried to kill it all away…
what is life, a familiar pain?
what is love: a poem of death
its what i know
AND i almost had it all! Until
i let me down
__i made me hurt
and i see a river of little hearts
full of broken thoughts
and i remain eternally
loving what i broke
and i am what i know
all that i could become
just a thought thinking
i could have had it all
:: 07-21-2015 ::
WORDS say I’m shapeless
emotions express mist
heart compressed
life does the rest
a tool for a fool
a hammer for the
wordsmith
and low and high
and hello so low
i fell inside you
if a lifetime spent
so stupid means
i am the entertainer
yo! Me.
I kissed a baby beluga
in shark-infested water
oh god! oh no, oh hell
oh no, oh well it goes
when we love we die —
every moment we breath:
i’m so brittle-belief
down like the towers
love can be sacrificial
when two don’t see?
and i’m so wasted in
oozy-gluey sticky nature
i think i’m so done
life says “dirty ways”
:: 07-21-2015 ::
i see WHAT could not be
i feel WHAT i thought
i could never think
i believe what thoughts
i could never feel!
all because of you
my dearest miracle!
to be is that what loves
to love is what grows
to be more than me
to know life is more
to finally meet life!
all because of you
my dearest love!
i/you — we!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
IF when facing Life
with one mouth
and one word
it shall be,
“Oh!”
:: 07-21-2015 ::
IN my all_NESS sarcastic
narcissistic and sardonic
(mysterious)ly someIF_me
obnoxiously foolish ways
convey a disgruntled
and hurtful hating butterfly
i say blame it upon the Sun
it burned my wings just today!
when i said “who were we
just yesterday? did not we
see the miracle burst uponTHE
some lazy cloud within our
soul?”
Completely irritated and SEE-do
did_I outrage that i did not
kiss you: with alarmed eyes
when i spoke these words to YOU
so sweetly-Startled say i, ”
horrified” so i was annoyed
and within my heart of secretive
quizzical guily-Disbelieving
sad_bitter REMORSEFUL love
bade a farewell to blooming
love and so there! The road
dull and deary but best when
never knowing whatIF couldHAVE
been! –i always wished for
the most!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
ablaze beached-brash dusty flamboyant
fluorescent gaily heart in life by harmonious expectation…
of rejection?!
so harshly my lover; iridescently
in your ways
and at times when the blue jay
hesitates in song — monotone
and muted in love; is when the feeling of
joy turns pastel begging
restrain as the last moments
i have remembered in sepia
as photographs so old they are
red-brown colored;
to have known love so translucent
and vivid — a shade violent!
just too painful to recall
and now all white a washed in
what-WAS and isNOW
:: 07-21-2015 ::
WHEN mountains move
and sun dances
and rivers sing —
a melancholic
elegance my dreamy
charm;
the female sensitivity
that feather brush
upon my heart as
an angel’s wing!
your genius is within
your heart!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
AND summer feels folded
inside dreams of seasons
which clearly are you
the always ‘reason’ i
may-might express in all
drunkenness of this love
i have: AND if one
such is a fluttering
wing of precious white
dove feather as you,
i dream i express my
lips upon the paradise
of your virgin heart!
‘i’ is so small and yet
i is so large and what
of it? if love is me
then love clearly is
like-when i say hello
to you and you smile
and bite your lip
and i love you the more
most biggest ever of
my feeling!
:: 07-19-2015 ::
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