Daily Archives: November 6, 2015

SUCKING A THUMB

TOOTH baby teething sucking a thumb
wants to walk to the kitchen to
pull nurturer’s apron string away
it’s more than a feeling falling
a w ay || A 6′ x 5′ cell
angry at all the minions who
gave him a reason to sell his
own life away /\ away i dream
so low so low slow
so low so low slow
so low so low slow
So much i’m feeling
baby steps through penal systems
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
Lord i’m so gone i’m so low
If i could go back i’d bake a cake
if i could go back i’d make a date
if i could go back i’d fake a rape
just an embryo caught in libido
just an eye crossed against life
just an excuse to never feel more
And when lights grow low the smell
of frustration walks down the halls
and i eat the world away in tears
oh low oh low oh low hello so low
oh low oh hello so low!

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SPECTRAL LOVE

AND to meet the One
who’s happiness is
more important
than your own!

I should wish
to meet this ghost
whom everyone talks
about and those
few have seen!

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WHEN I AM ALONE I AM WITH YOU

1
WHEN i am alone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of life crying. Life give me
the answer of what i am.
When i wait here i hope for
your gentle smile and love
your insides a pleasant
surprise. And soft hair
touches my deepest love,
it’s throbbing!

Then i put on my face
and walk the streets again.

2
I smell you i feel you
then again i write my prose
and my heart closes like a clam

Inside the universe there’s a
soul burning with you
i don’t want to be without you
tick as i tick flowing like time
i embrace your world with eyes
rolled back, a pool in time

3
Come please, forget this world
and jump into my world
when i am a lone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of this life crying.

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WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs–)

Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart
fields like golden dreams sticking life
like humming bird’s wings
A bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart
feels mighty like olden days
when i picked red roses
which left all pink
— reminds me of you
as June’s garden full
of odours like when sweet
violets sicken. Then will
you think you’re happy?

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