Daily Archives: November 19, 2021

SPECTRALPHILLA

love me

when i’m dead

hate me

like life

when shit rains

dig me

six feet deep

and kiss me

when the moon

touches you

sweat when i

whisper

‘i love you

from the grave’

hate me when

i lived

but never say

when i’m dead:

‘you were the

only one

i loved’

:: 02-06-2015 ::


LOVE AND BRAND OF GOLD

I ATE my years of life and wept in graves and brought bones back to life.

How you sing and consider me a young apprentice.
Hook and finger — how we came here seeking knowledge: what they cannot teach
in college //so turning brass hearts into gold.    

wE caught between tongue and folly.

Attached within heart and sharing fingers.
I hearled singing how i seek destiny you sold
how your eyes are shiny and ancient old.

yOUR SErvants are y0ur Master:

In intuition i will extend my hands as my whole
heart explodes with praise.  

My heart is a tower of seeing past transgressions
and i am not afraid even if an army rises to attack
— to live is to sing and never wonder/
my life so close to him \  that takes pleasure
in my every prayer for that gold band around
our fingers.  

:: 11.18.2021 ::


LIFE IS LIKE A NEW DAY

Dew-EAR (yes dear) my love so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light and too, my heart
it comes today; a morning greeting
i should be there with the bee
spreading harmony-honey
across the empty horizon.

Oh!  Again that cry!
Some forgotten monsters
making love inside a dying
soul’s mind.

They let out that shrieking
last cry while consummating
love.

:: 01-24-2015 ::
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