w I T H one eye closed
you sleep and your brain does
nothing at all ~
While tok'in on hookah
kissing beautiful thoughts
love never falls ~
But forgetting one’s position
in Life /can cause\ pain
ask the Men who walked the Moon
but never forget logic
and the proportion of beauty
Is stellar cosmic explosions
never seen
or heard
but always Loved.
:: 11.14.2022 ::
Down went the bare-assed Sun.
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
between her thighs.
❤
:: 10.13.2021 ::
Blood has a thirst by life;
the heart by love’s promise;
time by burning dreams;
World by passing fashions;
Souls by the lessons learned
and nature no human morals.
:: 11-20-2014 ::
FALLING i hold onto you
came toward you
you catch me (again)__
i kiss your eyes
you kiss my lips
whispering, ‘Crash.”
How tall your aura
how small your ego
how you forgive me
forgetting my haste
in forgetting
feelings | how we wear
twisted things to be
like each other’s fears |
fascination ~ crash into me
/into me & i remember you
remember you from untold years
ago when the sun was young and
within the night’s sky yet a moon.
:: 11.13.2022 ::
O’BlueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise when
upon bleedings last drop light ~
my life Chord shivers burning icePass-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBornMoods
before d r i p p ing Time
drops squenchPinch this moment.
IF.
by fire!
:: 04-16-2017 ::
PLAY DOUGH MY love
so pretty so smooth
within my expressive
hands i sculpted love
and wrote poems
sang songs
and stole Cupid’s
girl friend while
making ramen noodles
cause i’m a poet
living inside my head…
yeah. Eat healthy
they say to Humans__
i want to say more
but have a date with
pubg.
:: 11.12.2022 ::
LIFE trips knees bruise hearts break
like Love and gentle flowers
what is enough?
to take pain?
But even so i think
like you we learn
and we really learned
a lot how life loves
to burn a lot.
Oh how life isn’t true
and love alive is ~~ so strong,
enough to take all that time___.
away back again right now.
won’t complain.
:: 11.12.2022 ::
LOVE has burst across morning skies
like polite doves and eager Cupid
as praised mornings like adored Life.
We express words; we express life’s art
mine is the sunlight mine born from praise
for God — His re-creation of every new day.
We praise and scream, “Love and Passion for Christ
and Nature’s new world!”
for all the lonely, happy, sad, and destitute
You are seen not forgotten
but dearly loved.
:: 11.12.2022 ::
my hands smell like heat burning inside
my mind & i possess something that’ll set
a’fire a shadow of Life
but first allow me to say how i feel inside.
Now, that this one:
for Lies is buried;
this one for Pain
and now this one for Pride.
before sunset i buried them all
deep within the soil where i wept
this ode of freedom.
How this ancient dust falls to ground
and the hairs upon our arms stand up
all while i crumble inward
deep inside__of__me. My redemption song
, the cost of all happiness.
While the little virgins
are giggling amongst themselves
a waterfall drowns their glee
and within a whirlwind His Presence
came around \well, if this is Death
then life was Hell for me. To start again
a trillion light years away i would just
hug myself. And this ode of freedom is
all i ever hand.
:: 11.10.2022 ::
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