Daily Archives: September 20, 2015

ATCHAFALAYA BAY

LOST boy who wears my shoes
did you beat the devil?
did you win a few mo’ days
walking the bayou
hey voodoo lover !
and the rising sun say
where you gonna go too?
“i see a land so solid,
full of love like you”
oh please no, says me,
gotta stay away from golden
love; cursed boy
whom i never hated but loved
and i should’a should’a
shot the vampire and the
victim of it’s prey
–so love you son
but not the sunken sun
you rise up toward
the bayou ATCHAFALAYA Bay
oh yeah oh my the women
so pretty and waiting

:: 09202015 ::


LIFE’S A COMING ROUND

SAY, say, did you hear
my life coming around
round’this empty life?
yeah, walking people saying
she had her time a’coming
yeah and like she loves
loving how the many people
waiting for their train
and it’s a’coming round
moving forward like busy
butterflies a lonesome
busy job and she she says
‘you got tears so solid
hurt my heart sweet man’
i walk away spreading life
and say say did you hear
my life coming around?
round’ this empty life?
like her love a’time coming
yeah waiting for the train
of life yeah!

:: ;09202015 ::


SHARE ME WITH POETRY

MY poetess who is no smile
the bitterness covering anguish
of no profession wishing romance
and adventure whose lips
and heart forms sighs and cries
I am the lunatic ,.a lover,the
original poet who
\EMPTIED GOD/ intoxicated mind
THAT FORMED SIGHS
and DREAMS over them
–>the beautiful music until love
brought me down and i say ‘can i change
, run with the seasons?’
and i am afraid because i built
my heart around you and i
say,”i am a poet with no smile,
the bitterness whom i built my
heart around you and i’m getting
older too’ wishing romance and
adventure wishing you saw me
\for what i am but time is ending/
/and sunrises are bold by the
knowledge sunsets are the strongest
changes that hearts build their love
‘//oh uh huh…i climbed my heart
falling, sliding down knowing
love…uh oh huh…

:: 09202015 ::


I AM NO SUCH PERSON IN THIS TIME

i am not allowed to be alone
until i am believed within
to never go alone with a man
alone without mother’s permission
but i am extremely polite and say
what is a gentleman who prefers
a bold woman who adores a man who
knows his place/and his woman
who knows hers? I am written
explaining to him in letters
i am the soul who knows i
believe in him and me
and so my love; the well-bred
man does his duty taking her hand
and takes me to the refreshment-room
after each dance and then leaves me safe
at my chaperone’s side is what i know
even though 2015…i am anachronistic
and so crucify me and all my feelings
— i am the one who survived one
hundred-fifty years tonight
tonight…tonight

::09201813 ::


THE SUN IS THE ONE

I cannot pretend the sun      is a friend
i see my friends resting     under THE sun of a gun
i say my heart is blue and my skin so hangover
wherever my lover wishes to skin me
so slow streets –and i’m not like them
who can pretend their sun is gone and all
of my head is happy it’s just happy
i think i’m just happy i think
the sun i think the heat
i think the One is   meeting me in the SUN
and my heart is a dollar
wishing change — hangover:   just a few cents of living
false life –>listen to me within another poem

:: 09202015 ::


bEWARE DREAMING THINKER

my preacherOUS/MOUTH this
evangelist__ORGAN
I AM too tired today
but maybe not that weak
i am sick today but
never that sick as fate
per my soul as someone
who always loves you
AND HE who built the Ark
said, “maybe there is no
room for you” GET back
upon the boat Phillip!
We love loved you! But the
fish convinced me:
Our heavy heart is love
regardless of doctrine
and reaches higher than
any human mind!
we never have to pray toward
lobsters
blue crabs
bees
nor politicans
And my sentiment is paved heavy
which endless life appears
so terminally present; life
is less than a zero and all
of humanity’s words are a dream
we think means what we see
awakened unto this life
a sweet nut within the mouth
of the deepest dreamer which
i clearly love Y O U!

:: 09192015 ;;


BY GOD’S LIPS SPEAK

IF i am fearful
it flutters
upon autumn’s
best Apirl

anway and
it means more
to the sweet &
aged soul of
sweet benevolent
wishes evporating
within shape waxed-
mind of deepest love
by dear somehow the
gloomLove of missing
YOU myDEAR by you
thos cook by sun
the angry Americans
particularly the truest
ones who saw the blood
that which we now are
the byproduct of THEM.
Grand and Royal.
Which God keeps
secretly//
AMERICA.

:: 09192015 ::


FULL OF BROKEN THOUGHTS

FULL OF BROKEN THOUGHTS

THERE is a tear-soul in the moon so blue               tonight i opened my heart and mouth

and said,              “I am what i become and i hurt everyone who helped
love to build my wall of hurt in my empty asking.”

i tried to kill it blinded by silence
so i stand in the dumb darkness and focus and the song i hear is not the needle

that tears a hole but the sound of the blue jay
who is my sweetest friend while everyone goes away
And nature is my own and

my tears so bold

speaks to my hurt and Love pounds so solidly
and Life is hurt                   and if I could

ever say how much
i wish i could have ever found a way…

:: 09192015 ::


THE WEEKEND ROAD TRIP

HAIL the rolling stone
off Road between Interstate
and country Road
oh, of Eternal Coeternal
highBeam lights on the road
And she held the steering
wheel while I seemed to be
escorting a Queen of the night
red carpet-lit traffic lights
a thousand miles to go
And in a prank for Frank
i said London maybe Bora Bora
and Barcelona for it’s fubol team
maybe Paris in a ferris wheel
ferrets buying distance with
their feet and Peter with a
convertible said i got a thirty
millimeter and Smith with the
sacred song says brooks beneath
that washed my feet //and if
a faith you profess caused
this colossal mess i say the
Year of Seasons come and go
and when you awaken from this
coma you will find yourself
in Oklahoma and presented with
a Universal blan of Nature mind
the weekend road trip keeps moving
and no map with plans keeps us
in check a wreck of mixed living
so i love the weekend road tripping

:: 09192015 ::


TEARS BROUGHT ME HERE AGAIN

Summer gone my lips pursed
and crossed hands
across a death so wonderful
i can hear love ones cry
looking at what was me
and i say i am so whole!
I am so much more
than what my flesh could
ever say………….
grandparents crying
will hurt you so
proclaiming how you were
too young to go away
AND IF I SAID WHAT I LOVE
IN MY PROSE i say goodnight
BUT EVERYONE NEVER SEES
love in words….so i refuse
to feel ignorance OOOH!
tossing and turning for ever-
y…one I’m so tired so
blame the skies of LIFE AND
SAY I NEVER SAID, ‘GOODBYE
AND SO LONG’
and tears are gray but not
if i could touch your heart
a brilliant bursting kiss
of my lovely heart!

:: 09192015 ::