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 ::
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 ::
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
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 ::
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!
:: – ::
SO up should be stop
and down should be go
What should be said
should be not!
All the way
into a lazy daze
I say bouncing thoughts
betray simple ways
and Laughing zebras
skipping town on a tram
undulating umbrellas twirling
into zeros while no one’s watching
why be so serious w h e n
we’re all guests within
the hotel called Delirium
and so on and so on me so
on you we say we pray
with a finger on the trigger
of a punchline dixie cup
— // —
I walk the
Imperial Garden
of Abstract THOUGHTS
which is east of
perfumed noise
and yes, i think
i think of you always,
–why this brave
heart has forever been
separated from yours
that since you flew
the feelings for bluesky
and kissing fate: that
stranger we all know
that i have perhaps jealously
when,how?always(the secret
of my shadow sees)knowing
the marching drumming thrumping
heart within me loves you
//-//
the severed line
of my life!
my spirit sealed;
i was away in death
no human fears;
and so many hands
that could not feel
touched my earthly
years
A constitution
of empty chairs
silent motion or force
her heart never saw
Brought by bounty
of eternal diurnal course
of tears, fears, and screams
I too was dead when alive
NEVER MET a finger-Word
that some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstrously horror shawl!
AND once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
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