first the sun then the planets
then the Earth and of course
the dead dinosaurs we forget
to remember:
i remember when i met you
millions of years ago when our
substance reached Earth; its
within the memory of all DNA
\shhh….secret!/ i love to
titillate powers of AGGRESSION–
it is my Nature.
:: 07.31.2020 >:
could a Heart made of Poetry
ever die ; into the ferocious
tied-lips of Life?
as a free bird —
poets are c l i ng
to me dear and sir:
as a bird
as life washed me clean
so warm and dry ; cleansing all
of the bluish wine-stains
and splattering’s of vomit,
we never lost the touch
that meant to mean so much
–dying embers of deliriums
and grinding rhythms of my
Love; i came to know the
skies and even the rock below
; i know the evening, and like
rising Phoenix of Spirit
as stress and fear roll back
as waves into the distances —
their eyes crying regretful
tears.
:: 07132020 ::
the Lust of my Love
as a Sun, affection
& Life
pours raining-burning
love down myChest toward
the valley of pollinator
of Life
my feet feel the Earth
tremble; the wondrous cradler
of humankind, and the entire
universe! The angels shivered;
the bronze pillars of her twin
breasts poured blue waters into
all the oceans of Life.
:: 07.31.2020 ::
SHE will say what love is:
and yesterday told me so.
doesn’t matter if the sun
is bright or the longest
of rainy days — i could
never know/mentioned how
a few true men are:
doesn’t matter if the sun
is bright or of darkest
days their true hearts are
as good as gold.
:: 07.31.2020 ::
the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
this is my last poem for many years. focusing on my true love — painting.
PLEASE LEAVE IT WITHIN THE THICK GREEN FOREST
while silent i ate my thoughts
sitting nowhere really
just me and my throat
i remember when i could speak
i ate thoughts
tell her to meet me by the deep
forest green
/where soft souls sleep and dream
\IF time were a river as some think
she’d be over the falls of all i love
::they find deep forest green fine::
and now again my sweet ringing soul
once against hard walls called Life
so remember me if i seem so far away
i ventured beyond briar.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the world shut it’s mouth where nothing seems to destroy the fire within me
so glad nothing is closing my pains /unless a gogh painting\ sometimes i regret
how far i’ve fought the only thing that can
break me is me –>
i know…
i’ve given everything
i’ve given everything i own
i’ve given everything cared
for — so now gone to hell
and far away i screamed to
the outside world.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
i pulled myself from this wreck
to see if i could still walk
i touched my mind and focused
on the pain: each moment here
is a familiar sting of trying
to breath each moment
saw the evil in each heart
the only thing i knew each
& familiar day so tried to
kill it all away |||–but
i remember everything //
INTO a luscious void
of every word where my stomach
feels so empty.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the touch of skin now makes
me cry
the walkway across the bride dear?
we can stop mid-way to watch the
ducks float by as this day does
“Yes dear, let’s do dear.”
We stood. Mid-way and watched
the ducks and emerald-eddies
paint the moment forever within
our Hearts.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know
:: 07.28.2020 ::
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