Monthly Archives: March 2016

LI KE YO UTH SO SOFTLY

LIKE youth so soft and preciously gentle and full of truth.

Like songs of
abstract chords and missing teeth (by dreams) tongue roaming

for space
to find; as hearts so do.  The teeth of roaming dogs bite my

heels
but the soul is a hallway listening to those weak words i

drip upon pages

Emotions like tears
confusion as Jesus
that lets Judas kill

(my) blood and must not   spill

so stupid so entertained by high
and low an albino //hallway
echo]] a kiss of my telling
say, my mind never ignores
how people tell me i look terrible
got a screw eating wood so old
all blasphemy “ eats me.

And when my intellect lies in
all the halls of fame i think
of band music playing outside
inside of me. I got no background
got now files so zero so all alone

So never say (this is a story based
on a story so full of lies) don’t
say my mind ignores this soul;
it was what they said yesterday
in a conversation in a coffee cafe.

:: 03-26-2016 ::


SO WE REAP WHAT WE SOW

WE;re such a
perfect day
kissing in a
park watching
those that watch
us in a zoo
Oh! it’s such a
perfect day
spending my sands
with you and watching
sand fall in our
heart-shaped souls.
Oh, such a perfect
day and so glad i
spent it with you
the skies and wind
the green and skin
the lips and passion
making me wish i should
never awaken.

:: 03-25-2016 ::


UNTIL & i FEEL

i dream in prose
my mind the inkwell
my life the quill
(so human)
i suppose the unreal
until and i feel
a certain disregard
here…
Until she; the waking
dream, comes to me with
a song
within her bosom
until then and then
i write my prose
(to the world) with
mind and suppose the unreal
until and i feel.

:: ~~ ::


ALWAYS KNOW SOMETIMES (i think it’s me)

A tree in my head produced
leaves of words //green”
\\ OOH if “if” is a rotten
twig squeaking against
bobbing winds —
characters should & best
be surviving a hundred
years at least.

at least (as long as i
think) for as long as
i’m here!

:: 03-25-2016 ::


sECOND aFTER SeCOND

sECOND aFTER SeCOND
does anybody care?

He is the poet
upon the hill
with the moon
suducing him

And all day this
man of a thousand
voices took in
the sun to forgive
the horizon and how
the moon is as eyes
in his head

Oh, oh oh oh oh!

Precious lady do not
cry BEcause my blood
approves and so perfect
-ly still And the best
of my Soul is within my
heart fluttering brain
broken thoughts is the
man of a thousand
voices but no one ever
hears him  like the
fun waxing and the
sun going down.

:: 03-25-2016 ::


THE COLORS OF LIVING LIFE

i was dreaming of
  colors    inside
my lonely Soul  of
Cobalt violet
and viridian skies
Inside keeping my
heart so cadmium yellow;
Claude Monet’s lilies
keeps me alive.
Imagine cobalt blue,
a peace upon the canvas
lead white kissing
with French ultramarine skies
and we hold hands
— where we leave grief
and misunderstanding
behind.  Kissing beneath
the sun i say, “Cadmium
Orange hugging Vermilion”
And the world murmurs
“That’s so very true.”
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THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN

MY feet are wasted
i have relieved myself
upon them.

In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days

My youthful dreams
that i knew close the crypt
upon the somber skies

And the Book of My Life
have many torn pages
just pulp scars of living

actually all by the power
of love fallen so it’s
me i’m writing of

you can take me to a place
called hell i have a hat
hanging on it’s wall

So then, my expansive unknown
always be! That we all
can dream a dream
and eventually meet the day
we try to excuse all our
regrets while love ones
lament on such a beautiful day
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rev: 03.03.2016


A LONGEST MOMENT BEGINS

My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smiles
that hides with expectation
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you.
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion –>
(larger,
shrinking)
dearest love
[perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
is a blue-jay egg within my
throat!

:: ~~ ::


BY GRACIOUS ANCIENT LOVE

By gracious
ancient love
and above all
things that are
gently pleasant
life paused
Just if(for you)
and like all
young new hearts
impatiently moved
by his and her
minds all mysteries
are likeMaking new
memories; by
flesh and kisses
walks and talks
hands over bridges
eyes across love
whose sharp horizons
divide the days
and nights of light
and secret missions/
away together as One
away together in Love
is where our minds
take off\I’d rather
live and sometimes
even hurt if Love
at times tenders me.

:: 03-02-2016 ::


POISONED TONGUE

…was the one
with a poisoned
tongue
saw the soul with
a gun and a pill
we fulfill our own
tragedies///whatever
addictions –>
are the mechanisms
that allows us
t
o
die\
and all the dollars
all the glam it’s
a chest full o’diamonds
won’t tear away this
h urt
and another gun thrown
down Mother Mary of
Secrets i looked into
her eye;a man by her side
just another way to die.

:: 03-02-2016 ::