my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which fluttered
rich royal blue skies
that which flies –
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely flew!
always with you, my guide.
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul
::-::
Inner song
bring me soul
a tune i sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
and angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show me light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul
:: – ::
Two quarters a bit(me)
a bank so fit my friend
say i’m hell’s soul
and in winter i’m so warm
they’re all my friend then
a gangster life on edge
got a torture-chamber poem
an orator smelling like hell
smoking stick and drinking
corrupting souls oh well
Darkness stanzas walking
prosing proving noses
some-like scents like flower
others shit like swearing sows
the letters falling fallen darkness
and I’m me____dreaming me
i’m not here and you are there
dancing with my shadow
A blackout ground all alone
this is a life based on lies
without a history : shout shadow
me.
:: 08-20-2015 ::
i flew into the atmosphere
just an alien wishing civilization
|| part Zeta Reticula a pinch of
Earthling wanting to find my family
born into oblivion a child of
cosmic Nations
Sidestepped the inspection of behavioral
stations: and I bring with me the
Laws and Equations of Our Fathers
It is the Zodiac of Action
Negotiate the ocean of life: Whale
and Octopus. Have wrath
It is the Age of Time and Ruin
Genetic code stripping on a pole
of humanity and the killer scoops up
the dollars of the lonely disenfranchised
brilliant animals thinking they are more
than beasts — it’s called The God Complex
A thought conceived in those behavioral stations
–it’s the Zodiac of Action
called the Rat Age
:: 08-20-2015 ::
We laughed so hard
we cried
We died giving
smiles too
i love my mother and aliens inside
of me. () saw
the moon tonight
We wept moon bean tears
so silver i ate one and grew
more than human, too.
The pope has a casket of skin
from Jesus two thousand years
young: smells like McFoundle fries
tastes like chocolate cookie too
I’m so inside my head
I say best if I stay in a cave
trying to figure out shadows
I love the dancing bear and how caught
fish beg; so released when i throw them
back into the River of Life.
:: 08-20-2015 ::
Two hearts so stranded
one loves you
another buried so deep
in dreams it hurts
so you make magic happen
So hurt so blinded by
tragic kisses
it’s reeling weak-knee
One day i caught a pupil
and saw the flying eye answer,
“I’m so blind I cannot see love”
Ugh…the Earth moving-machine
eats me \\i hate how
it has
a metal mouth of steel
and the kittens meow “we wants
food and scratches.” I die I become
pupil i ate poison apple i am damsel
Caught in King Kong massive grip
Noir horror in black and blood-red love
two hearts stranded // one loves you
another buried so deep inside dream
it hurts magic doesn’t make it happen
let him fade away — oblivious lore
— he loves everyone
:: 08-20-2015 ::
I say I’m so sorry etching my feelings
across a tree And the bark bites me It’s so
angry
I should have known I was so like you
where everything’s all a shame//a fault of my
throat so dry from life
:: bury :: marry me today in strawberry reds
before
the dream takes me away and all my apologies are
so write as written be
-ME:and the sun, Mary!
I’m not so much here
as I’m THERE and take all
the blame while you choke on the enigma of my heart!
Marry mary me, oh Mary
Mother of God Mother Of God
mother i never knew no mother
i ever had ever oh mother i love you
i weep for you i weep for your son
:: 08-20-2015 ::
if i should ever be
all of me
what should i be
when everyone is
lost like me
i walk tenderly
upon apologies
ache in eary morning
never sleeping
what else can i write?
when the sun comes up
i have no right
to be so full of life
but i see miracles
and take all the blame
i am one with the sun
//we are all we are
\\we are all life we see
all possibilities//
:: 08-20-2015 ::
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