Daily Archives: November 1, 2016

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXV

Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing

one so old
that when first sang
before the sun

whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space

where lay Earth!

Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow

and show it the light

and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!

:: 04-02-2014 ::


Transitions of Being

i am i am i am
tic toc tic toc tic …
probabilities are
pointless in a ‘many
worlds-interpretation
we are we are we are
thump thump thump thum …
the reduced choice
wwwwwhere lovvvvvveee
IS ALL.

:: 08-07-2016 ::


THE CONSEQUENCES OF BLISS

What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!

[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]

:: 08-07-2016 ::


VARESE’S DESERTS

I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken me
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //

:: 08-07-2016 ::


FUNERAL DIRT WITHIN MY MOUTH

so i just died today –>like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past

And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!

I carry your corpse within my heart
You killed me when you died ~~
and i ate the funeral dirt in this holy mouth
and now so happy cause this month i’m
in my head found years
of everydays like i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
just so broken.

:: 08-05-2016 ::


NEUROSURGICAL EVENT

manipulate my brain damage my connection

i’m your lonely patient like burning liars in

a blanket of ash

so perturbed by my mind you remove

parts of my heart-brain and the voices stop

and i’m so comforted by my loss, of mind;

and i’m so relieved

by the loss of my life;

it creates a circular lesion within my brain

:: — 08-05-2016 — Rev: 11-01-2016 ::


i AM TORN

i am tore between
words
i am tore between
thoughts
i am tore between
fear and life!

:: 08-01-2016 ::


HOW DELICATE IS LOVE

my drowning
t h r o at
rushing pure
feelings …
water! Life!
Are we not
born between
chaotic waves
where we live
as King & Queen
in Sand Castles!?!

:: 08-01-2016 ::


BETWEEN THE SPINES OF BOOKS

Deep from Above there …
i heard the bird; as she
tip’toe’d above the hungry
empty crying souls ~~~~ oh!
This LOVE! such a beautiful
thing! To FEED LIFE! To feel
such a beautiful burden!

:: 08-01-2016 ::