Monthly Archives: September 2015
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 ::
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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 ::
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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::
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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!
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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) ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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1
i am so electric so postcard pathetic
i am the Victorian light
of a street lamp following you
i am the army of one heart
shipping off to war with love
i am so eccentric so alive in you
2
i cut my tongue licking an envelop
i am the moonlight of a time
i am still singing the body electric
i wonder if my words shall reach you
i am the ‘i’ of all i feel thinking
i say my beating heart belongs to you
3
and if all my honoring of you is fire
in the glad hours of my mourning
i am worth what here upon this Earth
if i never say if i never write these
little scribbles of words of my beating
heart that walked for lives honoring you
4
and if i threw everything within the fire
of centuries loving you it’s all i can do
our bodies at each instant beating hearts
like tasting fields of red strawberries
and i cut my tongue upon the edge of you
i am the moonlight of your life all love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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Dearest Love,
I am the little vessel upon your ocean
and you seem far away as the waves are
gentle now that we are continents apart
as a misery of a sailor greeted by red
mornings
then alterable noons of mourning.
A privileged host is asking,
‘with whom shall i settle this vessel
when a storm is coming?’ And mooring
my ship not with rope, chain nor anchor
but by this great love! The Great Wave
has perched me atop the tallest crest
and as bravely i go i go to thee!
And red skies at night! This heart
a delightful song as dawn must always recur
a sight occularly straight
and as true as the North Star!
Forever yours,
The Warmest Love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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AND if you call it
madness
i shall call it
love
and many believe it
a gaze upon each other
but i (each) together
staring in the same
direction call it love
like a moving river
is the choice of love
which we make
moment to moment
and like a sickness
no remedy but to
love more
my angel, all of me,
my very self — just
these words today
for you i shall give
and if i dream
more solid than Earth
God! i comfort you
with nature and words
which must be — love
:: 09-16-2015 ::
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