Daily Archives: August 29, 2015

AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU

and still i get by
as long as i have you

when the one i love
tells me sweet lies

i get by with you
as long as i have you

i won’t complain

i may wish (like i care)
if you kiss me wishing
me all of yours

there getting by
is all i ask of life

and still i get by
as long as i have you!

:: 08-22-2015 ::


BE STILL MY LOVER

Be still while
I kiss you
like WIND mornings
bring that sun
Be still my lover
like the grand butterfly
sitting still for nectar
My heart is there with you
all of it and me

:: 08-22-2015 ::


CANDY STICK (COUPON LOVER)

TOOK every chance now
no redeeming coupon
in pocket i am no lying
tongue just got this one
word (way to go bro
and thanks a lot)
“cool”
so you know
gonna spread a lot of love
no no no — it’s cool
taking flight upon this dream
she has her name written beneath
iridescent wings
this Lady Love called
“Candy stick” and frankly,
i saw frankie spank the scene
took one slap to make the world
twirl swizzle stick made her glow
way on down in Texas where
the devil has (a) summer house
San Antonio Texas
where the roads melt summer
rivers between all Mother Nature’s
ample breasts//motor boat
rotor rooter rooster killing throat
armadillo sweating on hwy 1863
the beautiful cyclist peddling
peddle-sweet on a crack of life
oh let it rain let it rain
then in blasphemy disengaged
perspicuous veracity so i can speak
to my girl in all our ‘got that fire’
zero, light zone all alone all alone
so i’m having trouble to sleep
still i try
now i sleep with seaweed
and long clawed lobsters
tickling me oh no here we go!

:: 08-22-2015 ::


THEY DROP AS BY THE DEAD

THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
processional funeral
Like the barren field s
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of all broken hearts
Sorrow do drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life,
my regrets

:: 08-26-2014 ::


WE LIVE IN SHADES OF CHILDREN

We should live in shades of children
and I could if the fears took control
I would say my dear/fear is a candy cane
a famous macabre novel of Mary Shelby
and who is the monster and lover?
I confess…I love candy canes

And if you should hear my mind
what a wonderful journey of love
it’s a cable show of famous hearts
and I would never be satisfied
I hate selling my children
like a paperback novel (so cheap
like cyanide)

each word a poor soul
a chapter of death
and stanza’s too

just a thought of love
and pauper’s breath
a heartache of lovers

And if I should cry
what heavens too dear!
a macabre life I’m living

And if you should love
I could believe — like oak
a sturdy forest of green
My movie queen of lust

So I dream and wish upon
a confession of a word
and heroes survive ending credits
but do they save their woman?

I would give you
a walk-away star
in your purse
and a kiss birth
as you walk in life
and we live shades

of children…

:: 07-21-2014 ::


WAR IS A BROKEN HEART

& sweet humming these smiles
cascading waving waters
in your lovely eyes
bell toll’ng in wishes
on some(like) green Irish Earth
splattering echo’ing lust
their Arms are not long as mine
those dreaming armies of mine
where i should have/not-had stepped
accord of peace
my lover.
We said pain
felt thing that has no name
but we tried
now i know war is a heart
that never stops bleeding
until you Remember:
once we loved

:: 08-22-2015 ::


MYSTERIOUS WEATHERED-HEARTS

WHEN better
laughter
that carved sun
this piece
i gave yourful
larger of my
smallest heart!

should you smell
the pink-rose
of my heart:
humble A
thunderous
whenWONDEROUS
pieces of little-
ME we rained
feeding greenery
forgetting hearts
–my soul pulls a
thunderCloud forever
towards missed love
life toward walking
wet roads of Spring’s
l i f e

:: 08-22-2015 ::


TO THE ONE I HAVE NO WORDS FOR

i broke my arms fighting summer
to never leave me
smiling was never the color
of this sky’s eyes bleeding which i ate
dreaming beneath this oak tree
wishing –>wished my breath
was mother nature’s weakness
then maybe whether or not
weather or naught my love’s passion
could have brought
nut meg and red roses in
wintery white-days//i adore
yourself and simply there are
no words to describe you:
but feelings are perfect
knowing you ~~ a perfect kiss
is still a kiss//a kiss still
a kiss

:: 08-22-2015 ::


GOOD MORNING SUN AND BLUE FROG

Glass windows sun-sparkled smiles
Sunday stroll through city streets
leashed dogs white and pink pumps
strollers a’ cooing babies
this is the life of the fifties
Come take my hand
where we go no one knows!
Come take my heart
where we go cupid knows!
oh me, oh my! silently little
blue frog in the corner
of a soda shop (beaten terribly
by shoes across the walk)
feeling how your voyage is from
a NeverWhere to now(brusied)
to see such a lost little thing
wishes i send packaged in hugs
confetti-bursting kisses all upon
you! And everyday seems a little
longer — love a bit stronger;
for true love to come from me
little blue frog in a silent corner
i am a bit like you wishing love
sending flies your way little lover
and come what may — a true love?
glass windows sun-sparkle smiles
on Sunday stroll through city streets
surely love will come our way

:: 08-28-2015 ::


IN ALL MY WISHES

IN all of my wishes
there are just dreams
of all those kisses
wishing we are one
missing bridges built
by lonely hearts
If you must remember
remember this;
a heart has wings
it must fly and so
i wish towards you
and if i could sigh
from a heavy heart
full of passion
and two hearts as one
i say all my wishes
were more than just
dreams

:: 08-28-2015 ::