i better gather
falling tears
in mid-air
a thumbnail
gently places
the weeped sorrow
than screaming
returning home
I am better gathered
into bunches of
bundled love;
more-so than tears
that have hit the floor
:: 03-14-2015 ::
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About Tears
STEPS
The step I took
forward met
my leaning shadow
to step upon one’s
head is meaning
thoughts shouting!
The step I took
backward sadly
upon the dead shadow
never said I love you!
:: 03-14-2015 ::
Glass of Merlot
after my first glass of Merlot
the world releases its painful
biting grip and although i always
know grass was sometimes green
i never knew just how green can
leap into a heart like a lover
too long separated from her love
kissing once again. And just
because its that way I’ll have
another glass of Merlot.
:: 03-15-2015 ::
Love & Spring
my sweet Spring voice!
throated blue-jay
sing! What sound
when the voice of
that woman i
dearly love!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
POST MORTEM GRIN
i love the silence you give me
so still and quiet
contemplating your situation,
so appreciated! And you
haven’t said a word
— forever
ever! i saw your eyes;
coins kept in place
any opportunity for you
to see! A pity. But lovely
how the stitches crawl
up toward your heart
keeping promises forever
oh, um, forever sewn
like it’s so much grief
a life cut short by disease
we can scientifically call
fucking life.
yeah. YEAH! And you
and Mozart decompose
the score of a thing
called purple life
it’s only me so don’t cry
and you smell…formaldehyde
but your lips still grin
:: 03-08-2015 ::
Like One With Love
with margin so small
and heart the large
like-moon beating
within her breast
i become in love
like one with her
and wish for her
to be for me
like-moon beating
within my breast
i become in love
like one with her
:: 03-08-2015 ::
Since When Beginning
since when beginning
i did always
believe in you
that I did always
love that till I loved
never lived me
till I loved you
I did always love
my heart told me
that I never lived
until I loved
since when beginning
i did always love you
:: 03-08-2015 ::
The Romantic Synthetic
i touched a flower
on Glisse 49
the sun was distant
but not so much
as the home of my blood;
my Earth gave to me.
It hurt
but the flower soothed
the circuits
of my heart
my humanity
is a gift by Man
but my Soul
by The Creator of All!
:: 03-08-2015 ::
A BALANCE OF SILENCE
That distance once between
us- that quiet
balance of silence
and will to be strangers
has died;
I buried it the other day
while holding ancient pottery
and then i became alive,
forever yours
:: 03-08-2015 ::
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