nature states what natural beings
that season of pause
between sunrise sunsets, & lastly come?
the tending of maturity’s
:a role berates the youthfulness
of life, then takes a toll
and overworked/ i know i know\
not of spirit but body!
:: 04-04-2014 ::
[rev 02262018:m:rev: 08.11.2020]
WHEN i met you by the ‘Never Possible’ my feet were flames of sun by the meadow Moonbeams dancing upon my lonely tongue Saw a maple leaf fall twisting twirling propeller-swirls all within expecting hearts.
Incredible spectacle devouring my hungry mouth: this speed called love is above medical. When a leaf does not say what i mean i become a single filed formation escaping — running for my life from my heart.
Never possible calling me / i had your smiles within my pockets and found holes where my pennies fall upon the sidewalk____
(You better make this call)
that’s where your pennies are when a leaf does not say what i mean i become a filed formation escaping from my heart
a speed called love above medical.
:: 11.23.2020 ::
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:: 11.21.2020 :
i heard your sorrows
and heard your heart break
when you Spoke to Me
When you became yourself
i heard your voice
with the words you speak
as you hide your face
and try to hide your fears
i feel your breath when your
thoughts make you cry again
and i drank your tears
— and it all began with you.
I began to bleed
the day you came to me;
so it all began with you
the day you made me feel again.
WITH you, when you breathed my name
and reached out your hand i was
with you and we walked into eternal
thoughts to be One.
We became One to eat all these horrors
and eat Light and Darkness
And your light fell into a bed of flowers
and my Soul wept upon your petals
to grow again.
:: 11.21.2020 ::
i found all the world within a sidewalk crack
so many soles walking over all sadness.
we all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be?
some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
Would not wish to be you
with a gaping wound with salt;
they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?
When i am close to nirvana
i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.
:: 11.20.2020 ::
these guest posts left behind
after feeding the mind
from the best of books and with a
potent sense of humor
man! she’s done an angel’s work
like a hurricane
she’s perfect, fearless,
somehow it had to be just right
and so it was
everything came out like the mill
like a violin through a steel pipe
her chest and voice
who in the hell can sing like that?
now’s she got the way
to ride the winds,
rope in by a moment
and bam! there it is.
she made it, the same way the world makes it
each one standing shouting for change
like a piano wire dangling over a hill
like someone who’s seen and heard
better things yet neither not of this world
just a stroke of brilliance
so life changing that her music permeates
the walls, the kitchen, the hallway,
even the carpet
sometimes she waits, takes a big inhale
and plummets to the floor.
:: 11.16.2020 ::
walking through a daze suffocating the world
walking across America no face mask
just mind wars wine tours
all along a stretch of highway
spitting on bugs sweating all my love
rivers drowning faith
so now i know how the world dies
not within fire
not within ice
i remember lesser wars but not this
where everyone is afraid to challenge political piss
never seen weakness like now
Supplication confuses the wishes of liberty
fear mongering rampant within all mainstream media
how to climb that Precipice to get to you?
if not then we all die.
:: 11.16.2020 ::
summer sun drips on rooftops let alone
seven divided by seven the digits line up
the age old math equation:
nine is the chosen number;
lithographs and insects steal souls
rising west i fell to my knees
playing snake with demons
how dare i dream
As long as i crawl i’ll survive
one day you will take my eyes from me
leaving my tongue unfed
just then the world crumbles
the worms crawl their way back into
my pores and i will turn back into dust
but i promise you
she’ll make it through the night
as long as the human heart beats
:: 12.04.2021 ::
Eyeball god in mouth
Is light as hunger for colors?
Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock — sighing sex
in his heart — a crack, deep and wide!
Punk rock for a Black Hole!
Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!
Like a porno universe all of our pornographic desires
moments of starving stars and porn stars!
An eyeless god living in a glass tube with hearts
like hot flashes in heat-blasted rooms!
Pulsing pimples — swirling while a midnight sky
brings forth a cacophony of cosmic screams!
More impassioned raw-animal! More barking!
more vibrations — more imminence!
More sinewy limbs on show — penis I’m looking at —
lifeless grey body but voracious pink face!
It licks and whimpers, suckles and sucks!
Shall I become a statue again? — glazed face with eyes
sheers-white in precession of Venus?
Hey! Taint! Milk it!
:: 11.12. 2020 ::
MY body floats within effervescent veins
and blooms of fields by gold to fullest
fields of flowers;
by consciousness barely touching
the art of your essences
; i have only known a radiance of
this smile you project toward me–
it is the shimmering vision of
your lips and the softness of curves
that you are brighter than the
moon tonight; to hear the song
of your quiet tongue to taste the
tone of your beating heart dear:
and wreathed by the blossoms of
your tender breasts.
A LOVE SONG.
WHEN i meet you here; away from the
busy sound of life — when i vibrate
that no darkness can find it is of
one mind//ours\ that touches you
who can fathom the mystery ;?
no words no song no thoughts
just veiled eyes and unwritten
poetry is sent.
a high candelabrum held by our
hands and fingers: bent inward
in a passion of growing fields.
:: 10.11.2020 ::