/wh/AT darkness
see(th) me(at) E my soul
I Drown c<at> the fis%sure%
@be@ low my soul lives
a dream so l(ow) l&ays
night /wh/AT darkness
:: 07-16-2014 ::
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/WH/AT DARKNESS
SALT IN THE SOUL
WHAT good is a heart
that lives a lonely life?
I say I saw love one day
through a rain-pelted window
She looked lost in her soul
and he had a sailor’s gaze
across a long ocean of salt
a ship wrecked romance
leviathan devoured their souls
flotsam and jetsam blood
I could never be your sea
I bellow sail winds across bow
and my land is there dear love
across your deep sea death
I love a journey with firm land
my destiny is a beach at a sea
and my toes in the hot sands
not death in deep watery cold
So sail away lovely sweet go
:: 7-16-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 086
Dear,
not say what feelings
a storm that passes
the butterfly survives
a down pouring —
and that fire what flower!
Like a burning bush
it does not burn!
but soothes my soul
I ate from your plate
and tasted tender soul
and fell into a love…
you are my golden
molten warmth of love
and I am yours for time
that eternal clock
never unwinds
:: 07-16-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 085 (Immortal Canvas)
Love — my no one
kissed a distant dream
the brightest sun
within my soul!
I should speak
but my immortal
her soul I die today
that hand I can never
should ever she touch
Still life should come alive
the heart — an artist paints
and her spirit my pallet
I secretly dip into her
a color of all romantic
and love and life too
The immortal canvas
YOUR GRINNING DOLLS
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
And nothing hurts like your mouth
:: 07-16-2014 ::
LOW REAL ESTATE
DO you know loneliness?
It has a quaint cottage
next to pain
and they BBQ on Sundays
and share a soft warm tea
when it rains — death is
a neighbor in the attic
of dilapidated homes
that soul with low real estate
:: 07-14-2014 ::
DAM(N)
MAD is a reversal of DAM
the busy beaver builds the wall
so high
a small creature – big teeth
dam is my wall
mad i climb
all my teeth within my heart
and I, the smallest
of them all
:: — ::
THUNDER LOVE DESTROYS
*#thun-d£R@%
$lov€+’
d£s||troys @
I saw you my love
and days melted
my — I // cry
a tiding plate I filled
And my God gave too
for our love
but silence died my
deathly heart sang
butter — eye flies
and blossom –>
My bosom full
of(over) a heart nesting
beating ivory moon
so I cry and what-did/does
I tickle ivory keys and sing
of death and love and life
shame on my soul //+\\
I love and loved my lover
:: 07-11-2014 ::
THIRTEEN STEPS
my wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
what month long that noose stretched!
a hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
i fell —
for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
D
R
O
P
:: 07-10-2014 ::
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