WHAT fear that burns
that all the eye can see
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
who is lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
of mourning light!
:: ~~ ::
I hate my mouth today
it’s Friday
hate how I feel
everyone’s a ghost
and i’m all with shadows
alone within walls
and everyone laughs
for a good night
and should i feel
When the sound
recedes like you too
a nasty thought opposite
from shame i say
when you leave my shadow
” it’s Jesus’ mother,
Mary! Mary! Mary!
yeah yeah yeah!”
I died before Him
I died before Him
and now I am all
I am and what I
am is all we are
all we are is what
I loved
all I loved
is what I am
: ~~ :
EMOTIONAL PROSTITUTE
i hate that i love you
my mouth confess
like land-locked clouds
some mist before eyes
retains confusion:
but do not let it cause
you distress
as i love you always
and again.
You are everything and
again wait here!
While i hope for your
smile — you’re so outside
the hopeless song and i’m
so tongue-tied, yet i loved
you dearly while i don’t
want to be with you;
the jealous and timid mind
knows:
So jealously and dreamy i
once loved my everything
within you so I pray God
grant another that loves you
so.
:: 10282015 ::
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
AVOID!
:: ~~ ::
i do miss
the featured
creature.
a tickle-beak
upon the hand
as i feed her
my flying
dreams!
:: ~~ ::
There past the before of today the heart and soul tenderly aches
for the simpler times
of bygone era
where feet once were
to horseback and hoof
as wheels to silver steel wings
— travel much a quickeroo
but less to see!
months to weeks
from days to minutes
dizzy-spinning mind in me!
What future tomorrows
shall less sanity bring
where wings away fall
to conquer nature’s pull
blink-less stellar travel
and time-river reversal!
Such command and power
— but we lose it all,
human-less are we
a mere reflection
of what was-be
such horrid tragedy!
:: ~~ ::
There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love —
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair
what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist
there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried
“what soul once chained
— NOW FREE!”
:: 04-03-2014 ::
:: Rev: 09242017::
I’m sitting pondering
bits and pieces
of my own beating heart by the shore
i texted the coast guard watching
the porpoise flipping across waves
in cerulean memories of when i
said ‘i meant to honor you even
if i loose everything in the
ocean of my life’
I watched how the shores took a bit
of you so i send my love to you
you are the sunlight of my life
every night giving all my love to you
and seashells singing of you
the warmest blood of all is so fanthoms deep
so i honor you with the seas of my heart
:: 10282015 ::
WHEN the love of her hand
held me in dying bliss
the pain of my loss!
flew all history’s winter
until I heard a bird
i dreamed i could sing
but nowhere is her voice
was the cardinal in snow
the sweetest saddest
joy of her voice
and the least less than
a wish; particle of a whole
infinite who is life?
The primary universe fraught
with great peril; war, plague,
famine and natural disasters
so common.
and Death come to use all
love is a fourth dimension
of Time in a stable constant,
but never impenetrable
as when a tangent Universe
occurs those laughing, saying
happy birthday are at the
epicenter of a dangerous new
world and teacher tell me what’s
my lesson: the Manipulated Dead
see the set of an Ensured Trap.
births a new universe.
:: 10262015 ::
THERE is only one moment
we can live within
and it is called
NOW
the empirical number
of no value!
With arms as wide
as winds and words
that whisper whens
between the spaces
one square foot mired
twisting time’s froth
and we all fall within
each footstep towards
eternity the deepest lap
of enormous mindless
distinction of no one
every knows!
:: 10262015 ::
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