Daily Archives: November 7, 2017

TIMES OF TROUBLE

IN all these times
of trouble
I find myself wishing
wisdom

AND inside all me
darkness ~
emptiness and pain
But love for life

AND within my hour
of desperateness
my heart cleaves
unto me and Spirit

Oh! there is always
an answer
always a way
through the trees

And when the day sleeps
her name comes
and makes frowns smile
makes hearts feel free

so never carry the world
upon your shoulders
only fools do.

And within these times
I find myself wishing
wisdom.

so please love me too.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


WHAT IS DEAD INSIDE OF YOU

WHAT is dead
inside of you:
the warrior
of living life.
No worries ever
within eternity.
rest your knees
upon the throne
of the One.
And marvel at
the colors
and plant life
and the air of
music singing.

You love color
You love sight
You love taste
is everything
here ~
towering over
your head.

A higher Power.
Feel the Higher
Power. Yea.

where everything
is stronger
than strung words
better than sipping
from a paper cup
and nothing is going
to change my world.

Keep your electric
eyes inside my radar
press your space-age
breasts against a
heterosexual beast
that’s a holy place
to be: makes me
jump into the air.

Your Mars-freaked out
Venus fly trap caught
my moisture seeking
missile inside a Soul
and with your digital
skin i programmed
the moon just for you.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


AS LONELY AS MY HEART

Dark clouds as lonely as
my heart
Weeping tears of my
life
so begins again the night
the fright of living life

I want to be the one
I want to leave & run
I want to see the end
I want to taste real things

All my life I wanted to feel
but had a hold upon my heart
Never had a thing to say
to the indifferent Souls
So let me feel let me hear
all the pain of my lost life

Where I belong.

Where I cry.

Where I live inside
a vault
where it’s all my
own fault.

So dark clouds as lonely
as my heart
weeping tears of my own life.

:: 11-06-2017 ::


THE FLESH: A BILLBOARD

Immeasurable,
unlabeled, word-
less by
studded
tears
and
voice,

APHONIC.

Only death by
tenderness
swoops down
as eternity
and her hands,
soft as fire;
as time

the flesh;
a billboard
the soul
neon lights.

:: 11-06-2017 ::