my closet is the closest thing
to my heart. i keep my soul
behind the door to my closet,
is all i ever knew and
safely tucked away behind
that door my heart;
near the shoes by the soul
below the pants and within
the corner of my weeping eyes
i hide my heart.
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart.
:: 02-16-2015 ::
i like it when you whisper
and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.
that you sing while speak,
all within my own heart.
i too fall within you
filled within my soul
you and mine within yours.
i like it when you whisper
and the world wishes too!
to know what madly
soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels
snore; i too fall within you
you are a part of my soul.
i’d like for you to stay forever!
mostly i like it when you whisper
love within my heart side-by-side
at night within our spooned bed
and the moon smiles and falling
stars wish they had one as you
i like it when you whisper to me.
–//–
And when did you forget
living is for those
that trust feelings
and shed tears (or two)
the fields are dry
and crows cry
scarcely, be that heart
a husk bleached-bone
one never owned!
it is the end of winter
and I fear, your Spring
more than late in coming
my heart dropped there
within the whiteSnow
of numbing deathIce
:: 02-11-2015 :: rev
IF like fields in spring
when mostly likeLove comes
and I were not present
like most times
And almost-Mostly scarcely here
should I-I could stand abroad
On golden fields to the plenty
;bounty, colors of nature’s kiss
-ing me Is a petite lip
with broad smile!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
i am so thankfully
nothing; once
thinking more
than life was i!
but to walk steps
made of life;
a birth and ex-
pectations schooled
the temperament
of my elements
and now so freed!
and thankfully
i think no more
but live this life!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
little be my Soul
what thoughts
do bring joy
a misfit my heart
that tripping
-forgiving debt
of my strange life!
To swear i saw
the cosmos
within your eyes
this i keep
to myself!
the little-Be Soul
of my tragic heart
and Poets Know;
Life is but an Art!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
AND potential forgiveness
the caught hook in a throat!
A painful pulling somewhere
between soul and heart
I choose the Ghost
who repeat in Song
“Life! That which I lost!
Over promises of empty boxes
shaped like a heart!”
:: 02-10-2015 ::
AND there within
the world
of a drop
tears falling
and history too
the memories
of all sweetness;
the songs and art
and writings
like poetry too
and like all things
that falling
eventually resting
deeply within the shelf
of universal consciousness
:: 02-08-2015 ::
WHEN long, long dreams
stridently strolled
within a meadow-briar
soul-Sole waking
came upon a brightly
-bright speck of Golden
little lighting spot!
And thumbFinger gently
raised it toward
sky and evening stars!
And so, little spot
now the light of all
the worlds; so the sun!
And we choose our love;
some pebbles others
shadows and sometime
a great Light that brightly
burns warming Souls!
:: – ::
and the homeless sing
while lost dogs howl
“loneliness is a friend
that keeps me warm”
And the moon says,
” All so sweet but so sad!”
i last had a Friend
named Armstrong who
visited me in 69!”
And like the poorest
they find kindness
in simple surroundings
and they never had
life so good for
a Saturday Night!
while the moon looks down
as an old man sings a sad
but sweet lullaby of love
:: – ::
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