at times i think
if my skull
were opened
one would find
a beating heart
instead of brain
and within my
chest; a cavity
to fill with hope!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
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A SECRET THOUGHT
SWEET PLUSH PURR
sweet plush purr
like a squeeze-
box when sleeping!
little kitty making
squeezing songs!
dreaming sleeping
while the day
is so young!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
The Lover In a Hailstorm
Disheveled
mind, running heart
and dimmed eyes,
I once loved
a beautiful soul
who became
my life only to fold
and crease
my heart squared neatly:
Her lips spoke without
words and mine too,
like dying petals in
a dark hailstorm!
I saw within her eyes
a thank you
and then the spark gone!
and the hell storm
never ceased;
tearing petals from
all the world’s flowers!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
O THAT TENDER LITTLE TIME!
O that tender
little time!
to wish it more
as long as
the greatest
shore!
That was
cleansed by love
and removed all
gloom and pain
and remaining,
the tears
of all mothers
and fathers
weeping holding
the seashell
voices of baby
songs
O what little time
no more than
thimble that we
make miracle!
and for me! I
keep my seashell
upon the shore
of that greatest
ocean called forever!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
BOX DREAM ( Schrodinger’s cat)
we speak blood-lips
lying crying. locked like-soul
inside box dreams
i swore i kept key inside my soul
never unlocked: your
forever fears of life like=life (cancer)
I saw fissure of lies
made me cry,
you gave orchards a last breath
instead of my love whose heart remains
i hate! And surprise is a torn ticket
to your theater of pegged-legged hearts
and midget heart a highness of life
i can cry upon throne like queen of freaks
I am in front o’mirror and say I’m the saddest
freak like most humans.
We’re a box dream keeping Schrodinger’s
cat life — like Libra!
I HATE MAINSTREAM EDITORS…die
or make yourself real. Eat the wall
that makes you so a whore
:: 02-19-2015 ::
ONE HAND OF DIRT
a sense of doubt!
those bent smiles
of privileged nothing!
imitating life
when i buried them,
their faces frowned
but the beautiful song
of not knowing life!
I am too strong
for regretting
the battle won!
:: 02-17-2015 ::
DEVOTION
i walk the meadows lovingly
and today chanced upon
a feeling!
and my feet left mortal
ground to fly away!
toward the skies and
love i chased!
was you, oh! always you!
affection mirrored
in that morning dew
allegiance like the hills
and passion, the river
that never remains still!
that love i chased
always devotion,
it be at least like
nature but so more
like you!
:: 02-19-2015 ::
RELIGION IS A SIDEWALK
Your Jesus likes
lollipops
the walking King
on the boulevard
of spiritual dreams
and i licked sticks
like the wooden
cross across life
Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s
taking me — somewhere
I want to be like
my best friend
And religion is a sidewalk
with many souls
walking the path
towards their dreams
of an afterlife
so I’m taking my
best friend
She knows my buttons
pushing love and
all of my life
IT’S where i want to be;
me and my best friend
:: 02-15-2015 ::
CELLULOID DREAMS
and all the pain
lives within
a celluloid strip [YOU]
of moving pictures
across the space
of a point in time
it’s the tremolo
score of life
like shoes that fit
within your soul
it’s all of you
so you ride the back
of a bumble bee
it tickles your thighs
but the buzzing soothes
the soul within you
and painted lips
collect gossamer threads
you hold your breath
dreaming of a love
that died within you
it’s all the same
life-life, merry-go-round
:: 02-15-2015 ::
SHATTERED CUP
and dark love’s two lips
kissed me, the first
kiss, a make-believe
between two hearts;
she-do she-do
i was so sure!
until i cut my soul
upon her thorn-heart
a wasp-body at noon
stung a shattered cup!
the bud hung upon
a dried crying hand
and two eyes drowned
the shattered cup
spelling pain!
:: 02-15-2015 ::
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