THE EMPTY life and
what long black land!
half of life and then
the endless walk;
a heart full o’sorrow
large and low!
And hopeful hearts
beating leaping
in the secret room
of all it’s sleeping
dreaming pushing
prowling to quench
the speed in
the waking pain
of life!
:: 03-05-2015 ::
little flower keeping
sun lit
within a meadow bright
all of your life
you were waiting
for this moment
to arrive
and your petals follow
the clouds so light
little flower seeking
love all life
within a bee to live
pollinating your heart
across the fields of life
and the sun stays afloat
while you swing and sway
into the winds of this day
a little flower loving life
awaiting this moment to be
and love spreads you across
the fields of life
:: 03-01-2015 ::
i cried cutting two knees
across the sidewalk
thinking i could run
through this thing
called life
i sat upon a grassy
hill fearing life
and saw a color
coming toward me;
butterfly! come to me,
oh! come to me!
she gently sat upon my lap
easily turning pain
into a life from
a dark night
you were only waiting
for this moment to be
and butterfly i never
saw your colors but now
a painting life
like you i stroke
within all my heart!
she flew away — with
all my blessings
butterfly!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
i am just a fig; a small plastic
figurine man
who has a bigger heart
than all the world;
3.7 billion produced
my protegee
make children smile
a Lego set
within archetypes
of all minds
so many produced
unnamed to simply
fit within a certain
theme like life
ooh! oh, a romantic
heart is misunderstood
and the many hearts
collecting me
some without collecting sets
i am so misunderstood!
oh, the romantic heart
all they wonder;
torso, head, and neck-wear
legs — the customization
wears upon my tender heart!
oh! a romantic heart
is all a plastic dream!
:: 03-01-2015 ::
SO you love soft,
and my heartily-fallen
dreams;
a slice
of belief-skin
inside your
tender heart
i could not cry
but yes
you took my
tears way too
i’ve been drawn
into a silent
room of mouth-less
life awaiting
for the burning
bush of her
forever love
i hate my heart
the forever
prison of my soul
:: 02-27-2015 ::
my dear friend
(i did not wish
for you to read this)
my dear soul
i wrote to you
a silent poem
erased by fear
(and time revealed)
my fears of love
that i did not wish
my poems to become
the cheapened gifts
of royalty or life
I only wrote to you
the dearest soul
of common life.
but now the rich
seek to buy my soul!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
the deep thing
we wish to do!
to draw or paint
or write or love
a few to do,
an impossible all!
an any or all
is a life of art!
it is by nature
— that moves
us all!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
A sweetness! tender
giving loving presence!
the warmth of all-embracing
loving souls greeting!
the Clean Slate to build!
and memories, but an echo!
i, too, feel! a something
like nothing but more
and words! and pictures!
colors and voices!
this is a something
maybe a nothing but more!
the crest of euphoria
devours my senses
and all license given
to begin again!
Shall i? shall i?
i too! think i shall!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
what dullness!
the divine whisper
what coldness!
a death from life
into a Nothingness
the estate built!
and all the joy
the fear and pain
and knowing ways
released unto the wind!
sodden steps of fear
angelic whispers
and children’s tears!
pallbearer’s burden
to meet a hole!
and depth of sorrow
like running horses!
a fire o’ hearts
burning past memories
quickly — bury them!
all of my death
within that scar
of broken earth!
and the blanket
— mother earth!
:: 02-27-2015 ::
what spark!
the divine spoken
and heart!
a birth of life
unto this world!
from womb to ground
what frightful air!
the light and sound
and breast of love
too soon to care!
such growth like flowers
upon the fields
that time spur in souls
to be human
but die as child!
and soon the snow
upon the cap
of all this wisdom!
to see the crops;
what life has sowed!
that once was spark
but be a spot o’light!
and the worn but soon
quieting march of heart!
that i lay to rest today
:: 02-27-2015 ::
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