so many faces
so many sorrows
so may they be
for only today
and not for
tomorrow
tomorrow is a
thought perched
upon the heart
of a deep spring
as childhoods of
yesterdays with
much promise
to pet the head of
a sparrow is to tell
the difference between
bone and marrow
to kiss the dirt upon
my knees is supplication
for the golden ratio
to live, to cry
to hurt and die
to love and fly
to crash and lie
is human.
:: 10-07-2017 ::
Detached petal Beneath a midnight sun Catch your kiss Before it’s gone i have your skin Within my soul You’ve no other To burn so i go i'm still planted Within the garden Of the dead Keeping my stem toward The midnight sun i'm the one you Pulled to blow Twisting within The charcoal air i'm the spirit With a bee Stealing all The nectar Of my life And if i pollinate Before i'm gone Let it be somewhere The daylight sun goes Because i'm the spirit With a bee stealing all The nectar of my life :: 10-07-2017 ::
So 137 you were not
my prime partner
a number without
an imaginary part
shave my head
cause i’m to blame
for all i learned
the fine structure
And am i the only 1?
so waste me ! ~
the wind blew over
not just Wolfgang
but me all from
The Numerical lunatic
asylum!
beyond physics!
Jung, so young my son
breaking things
and conjuring bug
s –having fun reaching
breaching mind without
fear:
137 reaching DNA
of light : sum =
“Kabbalah.”
:: 10-05-2017 ::
i’m a brain on a leash
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
leaving memories every
moment as i step into
another realm
a million scents and
no one to tell
the paws say how much
i love you all
well arf, growl and licks
scratch the ears to know
how orgasmic feelings are
and no one to tell
sniff, sniff, tears
riffs, riffs, fears
words, words, here
i ate my bowl o’ prison food
want to catch the cat too
tell her how much i love
how delicately she purrs
i’m a brain on a leach
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
licking hands that love
who love me too.
:: 10-05-2017 ::
THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own
but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.
And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.
:: 11-04-2017 ::
the light is coming beyond a morning’s curve
expectations of a day with hours
and i don’t know oh where does it go?
pennies falling within a funnel
minds too and love for fools
Time a piece of Meringue pie
baked in an oven ; a large glass
or metal bowl
as the world asks, ‘where does
time go?’
While walking down a street
(don’t you dare you can’t catch me)
the weak lie crossing the road
a hole within my sole reaching out
to the lost one’s within the cracks
The cobbler has his awl and knows
space has it’s mistress ‘time’
and we know how that goes
Don’t you dare you cannot feel me
anymore
Don’t you dare you cannot look
for me anymore
Don’t you dare you can’t catch me.
:: 10-04-2017 ::
so sometimes SOSomEtimes
i am unglued by time
i fail my b right days
and kiss black days
And so you are there
so beautiful within a
mindSET cradle — and
aching I get it: i’ll
get it right. IF now
I know how this is a
fate: the secret is that
I can choose any of those
timelines. It’s alright
it’s the light. And
i never met anything that
has ever broken me: my
council of 12 knows.
SO, i give you every
THING i am.
GAVE you every all of
heaven and the creme
of all hell. WE close
the door of the outside
WORLD — except for myself,
i give you everything i
am and my soul to release
the outside of life and
the rest can go to hell
girl, the rest is outside
of our own world.
:: 10-02-2017 ::
i have no memory to trigger
for readers of poetry.
i have no memories worthy
for readers of love AND
elevated language? bullshit.
words are words regardless
of degreed wordsmiths.
It is all about emotion.
the words as bridges
the moment within you
the feet walking there.
And that is really what
poetry is about:
releasing personality
releasing flesh.
the rest: bullshit.
:: 10-02-2017 ::
A pain. Inside a hole so far
deeply, no echo.
A morning sun sinking beneath
yesterday’s promises.
And i’m running toward the
edge of a crazy world.
i’m refusing to believe
we all are so very lost
no one has anymore love.
And save me Moon because
like a bright sight you
guide the shores and waves
of all these people; the
scared, tired, and mentally
drained peoples.
Our Earth.
:: 10-02-2017 ::
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