Daily Archives: September 10, 2015

THIS THEY DO

THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
under fog and as much
touching a leaf with
brown veins in Fall’s
wanderfuling aft spits
my child-knees running
sprinting toward those
(whenever did love shape
like green?) trees! i smell
my youth like a bubblegum
smile neverKnowing the horror
yet to greet my adultHOOD
:as then, as so, as rightly so
Adults are DEAD CHILDREN

:: 09-10-2015 ::


WHEN I AM IN LOVE

when i am in love, my lips do
not speak
and this is the Autum-Time
of all my loving
and you are such a sunlight
within color of table-cloths
when-WIND rush in Doubt or To
snare the timid-like
so little warmth i have
felt — feel me glowing and i
sat with you watching the sun
grow so low As the November
evening mauls a New Curve of
love where lovers kiss and
pant
(i kissed flesh like a boy
toy-balloon heart lifting
the highest portion of this soul)
as the ancient words of mouthLife
obscurely twitch through With breathing
as(honestly loving)Lips of a deep
lap THE enormous mindless passion
dreaming within wakefulness i
say: “What her mouth thinks of
(as if it were her engine-
then i am a piston fired)me
she shows in summers as the
keeper of those eyes i feel, love
through all of time yeah yeah

:: 09-10-2015 ::


I CANNOT BE ANYMORE THAN ME

IF loving you
makes dreams
come true
I should ream
I want you and
I don’t know why
I bury my head within
a pillow today
I wish to dream wishing
feeling for you is for all
I want to do to be loving
you when my dreams
come true today
so please please wait
I choose to love you
and my dreams come
true today

:: 09-06-2015 ::


LET THE DREAMER AWAKEN

I see a broke heart and wish to mend it back. I
feel a spot within my spirt
and wish to save her soul
I see how all the pople smirk at her and wish to
take it back
I feel so low and say I know how death is
black and flowers so bold
I see the weakened soul and want to make her
whole
(I see how parched your heart
is and say I will drench your soul with love).I see
how the other women walk by saying,”what a
whore” and I wish to show them life and love
I want to see them take it back
I want to them so ashamed
I want to see you feel love
and they I wish to take
it back take it back!

:: 09-06-2015 ::


LET THE DREAMER AWAKEN

IF all the world’s pain
where a laugh
and if all the tears
were a Spring’s rain
there’d be nothing
to hate or kill for
just peace should rein
and some say
“such a dreamer’
but I wouldn’t be
the only one

:: 09-06-2015 :


MY ROARING HEART BE STILL

LOVE!
leave me alone!
love be as my dreams
so far I dreamed
love as flock of
iF butterflies were clouds
their beauty crush hearts
as should I — if my love
were greatest rewards
of your needed soul
watch me:their!
they(butterflies) cover the
entire hemisphere of
A crying tear from
lost love’s eye!

:: 09-05-2015 ::


GIANTS

IT is small
the thing
we cherish
called love
when called
becomes the
Giant of life
and this world
so much better
with Giants
called LOVE

:: 09-06-2015 ::


PERFECT ONE

My deartest
I should never
express I am
empty compared
to your heaven
that I am which
by nature expressed
this then is the incomparable
love. A flower whose name
the angels sing,
“Destiny” love So sweetly
gentle heart come toward
the love given by the Hand
of Our Eternal One
Oh! Love! I await for you
in all my tenderest patience
you, the Perfect One!

:: 09-06-2015 ::


EVERYTHING ARE WORDS

EVERYTHING are words
now They are
sound. Their color sings
Opera and Rock and Jazz
and scripts of celluloid
movies all
Mixed within my mind
I 8 desperation
defated in this flesh
I Am
wondrously here//-all
of my heart spilling poetry
:: 09-09-2015 ::


RELIGION IS A SIDEWALK

AND Jesus likes-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard
of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks
like the wooden
cross across Life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-stick lick so I’m taking
my best friend who knows my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair
life
IT’S where I wanna be
just me and my best friend
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul!

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