no youth or age hides
from an Eternal Rule
the touch of vulnerability
we cry, “a miracle
so difficult! and blew my
eyes saying, Death is
a Miracle feeling no pain”
toward my pain feeling
long history //instanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hands of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic
miracles–Father; we children
cry when we see the end of
loved ones
believing YOU: Funeral
of Victory!
:: 08-29-2015 ::
SO soft, so my forever love
Breathing she remembers me
of all the fallen light
she chase a memory
in wind causing heartbeats
my life I loved her
and moved a Thought
like Hours and Days
into a muse whom I loved
and she is all of me
All of Life and Death too
A flame so Straight
she is all of my love
All of my-too Emily
She never could stop
for death and so i am too
the force of fire so quick
and fine — all my love to you
:: 08-29-2015 ::
step…stomp..step..step.stop-step
step stom step-step-stomp step
Halt! EYE’S RIGHT! A N Undeclared
sense of urgency We feeling if
this love: waltz away
my sense of u r g e n c y
We cry for something difficult
to bring us(and love if this
oh dear this is the world’s end).
I cry! to swear i held your hand until
all (oh, the end). i saw you wash away//
we begged oh yes and if this is the
end it is the END
i saw you wash away; and your eyes had
an image of me while i cried; broken history
“if” like a step-child unwanted so i sawy
i say if it’s the end i wash away me
wash away me: i describe miracles
so something so difficult in eyes
it’s the end it’s the end lovely heart
i swear one day a new beginning!
and much fresh suffering
:: 08-29-2015 ::
SOLID Smiles stepped
pressing my EMERGENCY
strIppIng All Your
/// a criippled devastation
(-!: p,ease oh plesae see i
am ‘walked away.’ Feeding me
to say ‘please allow the end!!!
walk away ok i caught ‘L.’
i weep oh feeling a word in flesh
it’s time i saw my miracle
so biblical. —>so lost
away!! Hair o’ history when
your fist bruised me and this
the end:I is no longer a word of me
Devastated by my love
of me
:: 08-29-2015 ::
Murderous being-little me
long legs wide hips
i kill i say i slay hating me
big breasts
you can’t push me underground!
i strive freedom killing you
in my small ways saying
i need you to forigve how
cheap i feel — three stabs into
your heart you bastard i lost
the feeling of my skin as
my best friend: you stole away
my body and now i crawl
away from away-How was i as
a child before wolves hunted
the little-me.// OH
Father save me i sang
this beautiful sky is a cherished
dream//
Crying Some
One save how i believed all good
people hug
:: 08-29-2015 ::
and still i get by
as long as i have you
when the one i love
tells me sweet lies
i get by with you
as long as i have you
i won’t complain
i may wish (like i care)
if you kiss me wishing
me all of yours
there getting by
is all i ask of life
and still i get by
as long as i have you!
:: 08-22-2015 ::
Be still while
I kiss you
like WIND mornings
bring that sun
Be still my lover
like the grand butterfly
sitting still for nectar
My heart is there with you
all of it and me
:: 08-22-2015 ::
TOOK every chance now
no redeeming coupon
in pocket i am no lying
tongue just got this one
word (way to go bro
and thanks a lot)
“cool”
so you know
gonna spread a lot of love
no no no — it’s cool
taking flight upon this dream
she has her name written beneath
iridescent wings
this Lady Love called
“Candy stick” and frankly,
i saw frankie spank the scene
took one slap to make the world
twirl swizzle stick made her glow
way on down in Texas where
the devil has (a) summer house
San Antonio Texas
where the roads melt summer
rivers between all Mother Nature’s
ample breasts//motor boat
rotor rooter rooster killing throat
armadillo sweating on hwy 1863
the beautiful cyclist peddling
peddle-sweet on a crack of life
oh let it rain let it rain
then in blasphemy disengaged
perspicuous veracity so i can speak
to my girl in all our ‘got that fire’
zero, light zone all alone all alone
so i’m having trouble to sleep
still i try
now i sleep with seaweed
and long clawed lobsters
tickling me oh no here we go!
:: 08-22-2015 ::
THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
processional funeral
Like the barren field s
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of all broken hearts
Sorrow do drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life,
my regrets
:: 08-26-2014 ::
We should live in shades of children
and I could if the fears took control
I would say my dear/fear is a candy cane
a famous macabre novel of Mary Shelby
and who is the monster and lover?
I confess…I love candy canes
And if you should hear my mind
what a wonderful journey of love
it’s a cable show of famous hearts
and I would never be satisfied
I hate selling my children
like a paperback novel (so cheap
like cyanide)
each word a poor soul
a chapter of death
and stanza’s too
just a thought of love
and pauper’s breath
a heartache of lovers
And if I should cry
what heavens too dear!
a macabre life I’m living
And if you should love
I could believe — like oak
a sturdy forest of green
My movie queen of lust
So I dream and wish upon
a confession of a word
and heroes survive ending credits
but do they save their woman?
I would give you
a walk-away star
in your purse
and a kiss birth
as you walk in life
and we live shades
of children…
:: 07-21-2014 ::
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