Monthly Archives: February 2023

Love, Madness, Death — A Trinity, Pure

Love, madness, death – a trinity, pure,
Whose depths I’ve plumbed, their secrets sought;
Yet still I search, forevermore,
For answers that can’t be bought.

Love, a fierce and passionate flame,
That burns so bright, it sears the soul;
A madness that none can ever tame,
A force that’s far beyond control.

Madness, a tempest wild and free,
A storm that rages deep within;
It twists and turns, consuming me,
Until my very essence thins.

Death, a quiet, peaceful rest,
A place where all my fears can cease;
A final breath, a gentle caress,
A release from this mortal lease.

But in love, madness, death entwined,
I find a beauty, pure and true;
A love that transcends space and time,
And binds my heart to only you.

For in your eyes, I see a light,
A spark that kindles flames anew;
A madness that consumes outright,
And death that brings me close to you.

So let us journey hand in hand,
Through love and madness, death and more;
For in this trinity we’ll stand,
Together, forevermore.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


IF Love is a Rose

IF as love-rose by love  eating pure air here
that without our soul  that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.  

    Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.

  How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.

Then love is a Rose.

:: 02.18.2023 ::


A Hundred Poems XXXV

fire dance that tipsy prance
and heat adore that wick of lore
the human breathe what you burn
one to perish as one to live
and if my sign be air
would you consume
=====> all me that to dance
upon your wick of flame
should i be — hot as you?

this i wish to be — not flesh

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but that fire of you.

:: 04-03-2014 ::


My Brain Cannot Be Me

the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Truth is a Corner

TRUTH is a corner
with no hallways

Squeezed into tears
faced with reality

By gentian flower
Azure within Hearts

Love has torn me apart
My lover now gone

and still walks
the Earth as ghost

is exemplary a shadow
with not a voice.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Secret

NEVER tell your most
sensitive secrets to those
that do not love you;

Famous mouths are not truthful sounds
their cancerous mouth maligns
envious gangrene and hatred as vomit.

Be truthful, for the sun is; light for day
the moon at night as lovers whisper lullabies
To be honest is to know one’s self: it is
something i am working on day by day.

and every night I pass away
into visions and dreams.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


My Love

MY Love. Whom I Love.

Do you hear me?
My love?

My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?

My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not

My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief

eternally.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Love Is the Empire

Love Is the Empire

i FELL into my

deep throat

There i found my Soul’s Stone.

Its heaviness made me sad.

i left the world /there,
i found the ‘spark’ of
the emptiness of my Soul.

‘  MY LOVE not felt \
for 65 million years.

and now?  Every moment
of intellect left ;\
shaking, into itself
golden thread.

:: 02.14.2022 ::


Lonely Heaven

Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers

I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.

My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Drunk Drum

i might Save you   if you allow
as i am the Poet  and shall not leave
but will write____in all intensity
i may sprout wings to swoop your Soul
but forget the body | why in these wild nights
do i love you?

  In Eden and Atlantis
the Wind does not require
air ~ but she weeps still stolen gardens with bright
bee hums ~~ wherefore i shut the sound while

it dragged like a drunk drum and my reasons
never contained –but of Talk–
myself of some strange race
or being i dropped down and down
then as a King witnessed, upon your lips
, quivering as a living thing our lips
met.

   The world turned upon a time
her eyes fluttering as butterflies
to entertain champagne.

:: 02.14.2023 ::