Daily Archives: September 16, 2015

MY HEART IS FALLING DEEPLY INTO YOU

i am peace ~~of love
you are softly whispered
we helped together
to bury me lover i
say then expressed
in touch what no words
were ever born to say
how memories held
together all my life
and now my favorite color
is that –of your eyes
cause my heart is falling
deeply into you all of me
so never change because
you will change me too
so bury me into your
favorite color THOSE OF
YOUR EYES cause my heart
is falling deeply into you

:: 09-16-2015 ::


THE CIRCUS AND DEMONS OF LIFE

AS a little boy we went to
see the circus and all
the demons of life
the fire was bright
i rejoiced in the love
And father said,’son
when you grow up will
you write of this?
to see the demons and
write to nonbelievers
that life is precious?’
i write, “i’m a phantom
for all the living
i’m the blind spot
of life” and so i write
and feel the broken
so sincerity greets with
an occultic shrug –the
impenetrable transparency
of life and death
the circus of demons and life

:: 09-16-2015 ::


O ME O MY O WE

SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the

dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h

:: 09162015 ::


THE DEAD SONG

BROKEN tongue no lies
i’m so ugly i am shy
the clouds flew away
in my head i laughed
but my skin cries
i’m so scared
lit the candles today
now i’m dead
it’s okay i’m fresh
not six feet deep yet
Yeah! I’m a liver
alcohol elixir
and now i sing my mind
yeah yeah yeah
oh yeah yeah yeah
and how i loved life
and found god found lard
found you around the yard
yeah oh yeah! i’m so sorry
and so lonely i took my
wallet and gave pisces
a dollar for the man down
the road //so lonely it’s
a shame so i blame me for
all i hurt — my will says
the same so we’re equal
oh yeah! pah! Dhaka
my spirit hurts

:: 09-16-2015 ::


I SO –LATION

TEARS
eli
xir
lush ishly
like eye
deli
ciously!
MyEye enTOMED IF
MY OP TIC HEART
BEATS of Coming love
and waiting is
spent in I SO
-lation
but rewarded
by golden soul

so pain is a seed
and spirit the tree
i bury my roots
D
E
E
P
L
Y
!

:: rev ::


MONARCH IN THE SNOW

And in this morning ice baked sky
that I be drawn to the glass-cold window
was a pleasant — albeit utter surprise
To see — I did! Across the way
beyond the oak between the frost
and misty cloak the Monarch
who fluttered by!
The grand vision crystal snow
drifting flakes against noble color
such a butterfly!

::12-24-2013::


MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE

MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know

Quaintly with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time

It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure

Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!


JACK’S NO FRIEND OF YOURS BUT LOVES THE COLD

WITH frosted window pane so cold to touch
Jack Frost has come to town to play
so lock your car and bar your doors
with a heart made of cold blue ice
and fingernails as sharp as knives
Jack is loose and has a grudge
The moon barren a vacant stare
bleeding flurries crimson flakes
a snow like river blood congealed
upon your steps you fear
now so near!
In suede slippers you shuffle
toward the door holding breath
and you peek thru a hole
see the cold and so much more;
It’s old man winter’s friend
who’s come to visit
No need to show him inside
a cold dark night your blood drains
away and you find he’s here
somehow someway he’s come
from beneath the floor
Jack’s no friend of yours
but loves the cold

:: 10-20-1997 (rev) ::


I THANK THE SPARROW

LIFE with it’s large smiles
should touch the flower bloomed
within your heart and the dark clouds
bring the rain of tasty-bitter food
by tears that fall forever as a memory
within your long Life

it makes you grow…

it will become you;

as time tastes
like tender buttercup flowers
when your other-beloved hand goes
to tend the fields of youth
that Golden cross the way field

then the Great mystery that falls
the brilliant minds of all time
should reveal the expansive love
shared by you and your own one
that heart in the field tending you

i never knew such a love as this
but dreamed the song of a bird
i saw upon a branch one day
and she stared inside my soul
and sang the truth so i know!

:: REV ::


THE VISION IS TERRIBLE

the cries of the dead city burn
the air and i weep for the children
and dogs are running with muddy legs
while mothers howl for their babies
and the sun is falling down
while all the world’s flags fall
from the top of their poles
and today started out so beautiful
it must be the day of the dead
and my girl’s tall with hard eyes
she already knew today would come
so she threw me a kiss saying
‘we go to bed with these long legs
of mine’ and i begin to heave
and twine about me as a burning
limousine rolls by with no one
at the wheel. I think it’s the
end of the world as we know it.

:: 09-16-2015 ::