Be quiet my heart
be twice
quiet my soul!
that which prey
searches love
by quiet streets
of life we walk!
Be by gentle life
so quiet
all life and love
comes to gentle
spirits full of sun
so be quiet,
love!
by brilliance
most never know!
:: 08-21-2015 ::
a romantic note clipped
my heart in static
traffic i heard my heart
beating say, “this breathing
is laboriously lovely”
while in grid-locked life
my casket has four wheels
and i’ve a title at work
that clearly i wish not
my epitaph — and the words
i hear in halls without
souls, the colors of sight
which not match naturing
wisdom…no! not once ounce
of me
–i believe in mysteries
and have made many too
it is the beautiful zero
the forgotten memory
COMING TRUE
:: 08-21-2015 ::
WE breathed
yes? Did not you say
“the shore is long but
narrow like life”
my dearest soul
you make me believe
Art is more than Life
and so you took my heart
into those wondrous
moments of our secret
life. i am not that bold
nor so cold to say we
made the universe colorful.
And my gentle soul it’s
been just moments ago
but now my need is stronger
:saying how much i love you
we breathed
yes! The shores are long
and life so short my lover!
:: 08-21-2015 ::
A word,
mostly awaited
and you wait,
the word
like a seed
seeing clouds
waiting a drop
the small life
to grow:
the mighty tear
of joy which awakens
stone,
a heart to be opened
below.
:: 08-21-2015 ::
That blade which takes
I took that made
what cuts I did
so did I bleed
and took my road
that dust and blood
the path my blade
had cut for me
end-roads
::-::
my tender lip-heart promise
that which I dreamed
come true
oil paint color-burst fields
that kite which fluttered
rich royal blue skies
that which flies –
my heart!
a golden filament string
so gently to you I gave
and my heart bravely flew!
always with you, my guide.
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul
::-::
Inner song
bring me soul
a tune i sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
and angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show me light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul
:: – ::
Two quarters a bit(me)
a bank so fit my friend
say i’m hell’s soul
and in winter i’m so warm
they’re all my friend then
a gangster life on edge
got a torture-chamber poem
an orator smelling like hell
smoking stick and drinking
corrupting souls oh well
Darkness stanzas walking
prosing proving noses
some-like scents like flower
others shit like swearing sows
the letters falling fallen darkness
and I’m me____dreaming me
i’m not here and you are there
dancing with my shadow
A blackout ground all alone
this is a life based on lies
without a history : shout shadow
me.
:: 08-20-2015 ::
i flew into the atmosphere
just an alien wishing civilization
|| part Zeta Reticula a pinch of
Earthling wanting to find my family
born into oblivion a child of
cosmic Nations
Sidestepped the inspection of behavioral
stations: and I bring with me the
Laws and Equations of Our Fathers
It is the Zodiac of Action
Negotiate the ocean of life: Whale
and Octopus. Have wrath
It is the Age of Time and Ruin
Genetic code stripping on a pole
of humanity and the killer scoops up
the dollars of the lonely disenfranchised
brilliant animals thinking they are more
than beasts — it’s called The God Complex
A thought conceived in those behavioral stations
–it’s the Zodiac of Action
called the Rat Age
:: 08-20-2015 ::
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