Daily Archives: September 2, 2015

WHEN THE SUN AND MOON DIES

WHEN i die take my hand
when i smile kiss
these living lips
saying ‘i’m so happy’
and now you have dirt
to throw across my casket
where were you when i
fell off my perch?
AND if the sun burns away
will the moon say to itself:
“i was grocery shopping for
the newest moon beans”
so you’re happy you really
made me crack a fissure of hate
and now i’m so happy to know
that you’re a cosmic bitch
–you really accomplished much
and put my soul to rest
And if you fuck yourself
you will make yourself happy
but what about carpal syndrome?
hope you ache from finger tips
all through your wrists and into
the gapping chasm where your heart
once lived

:: 09-02-2015 ::


DOMESTIC QUEER FEAR

I was the perfect appliance for you
fitting so nicely between a stove
and the kitchen sink
I saved you time and cooked dreams
a perfect lover I wiped your tears
when my apron hugged too tight!
I reminded you of a promise
your tears soaked into the stonewerk
and my song killed the moment
when I sang it…
“I am a fear within your brain
a domestic dream you ruined
a perfect dream so special dear
I run from you”
So promise dear a warranty too
our secret washes and cycles heat
and leaves no stains just lemon bright
I saved you time; a special moment
where life holds you and role models die but hearts hear
that you aren’t so perfect too
you are a dream more than he knows
you’re fucking special so fucking special
you are a dream man-girl and i hate you so much


GUILT IS A DISEASE

I fell so high inside my heart-thought
a finest day until i learned i love me better
than you i say
i love me
and you’re ‘a great day’ till i heard
my brother died and he was all wasting away
under the oak
of
love i’m so insane i’m
so somewhere in a dream
i find offensive i bleed
so baby-boy i’m here love you better
than myself. i won’t complain brother
who died every night i’m so worst that you
i forgot to kiss the evening you wore//i’m so to
blame:
i’m a complaint
it’s all a dream
i hate myself
i maybe can turn time Back before i was born then
i’m done then i could go on i’m so insane i’m so in
life
i won’t complain — GUILT IS A DISEASE

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BLOWING BROKENNESS

LIFE is a blowing brokenness
strewed shattered-questions
diamond shard answers
too many pieces to fit
together in a mortal mind

I remember:
easy days of a child-heart
that fled-field i ran for lost
to find my inner soul
i once saw God, there
and have now holes for eyes

HIS face upon a butterfly
and the greenery his Soul
i watched HIM lift up
upon a current of Hope
And my heart fell in love
can you explain to me now
if you’re able why i see
without eyes: there’s a hole
in my soul now

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THE GREATEST KISS

THE greatest kiss
is one of anger
i desire this
a fire-lip passion!

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FRACTURED EYE

MY life
a fractured eye!
one sight but many images
all the same; but different shades
The heart shall always choose
that one which touched the soul

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SPIRITUAL ARCHITECT

my mind my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic architect
what I dream i pull
from sub-
consciousness
a though-form a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
from tears to joy

I WISH TO LIVE!

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SHE HELD THE ROSE

I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing
(i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves
mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
scattered by my exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with a single
rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is
where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


F O R E P L A Y

POETRY is GOD’S
k e r c h i e f
catching all the food
from a last COSMIC MEAL

:: 09-01-2015 ::


GREET A STRANGER (WHO MAY BE AN ANGEL)

so my tiny me IS
your concern, sir?
My feet smaller
than your eyes
an ego so wide, sir
hems up your pants
and all that girth
So sir, so tiny-me
but within my toe
i possess more worlds
than a single hair
of your spinning mind
i think the mountain
sat upon her head
and me, sir? The angel
who saw you born
and this world you
call home

:: 09-01-2015 ::