Daily Archives: March 26, 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 ::