Category Archives: #1800s

THE WORRIED SCHOLARS

      hairy love is brutal
i kissed the epitome
   and swum across the
seas  —  like i screamed
screamed before:  you’re
so good — more than love
could wish for more —
i do not love you but because
i love you i die every word/
wishing scholars worried about
my thoughts –> i cannot protect
for their degree is a back city
trance; hahaha \ studying
me.

:: 07.31.2020 ::


MISSISSIPPI RIVER

the stairs became more
tiny as i took each step
until i had to step upon
nonsense
— i thought of those
muggy nights in a trailer
by the Mississippi River:
so perched inside my fear-
just a boy in the early
70s and my skin made it
hurt. so beautiful
is the world — but we pay
with emotional destruction.

:: 07.31.2020 ::


GOLD

SHE will say what love is:
and yesterday told me so.
doesn’t matter if the sun
is bright or the longest
of rainy days — i could
never know/mentioned how
a few true men are:
doesn’t matter if the sun
is bright or of darkest
days their true hearts are
as good as gold.

:: 07.31.2020 ::


BUTTERFLY

i am the blade never made
oh please give me
thunderous eyes
give us love
and surprise
— please
give us
more than
god could ever
from your mouth
are butterflies
spring and energy
of yellow & whites
oh yea oh yes.
butterfly.
i follow you & love
all your shapes &
colors. i do.

:: 07.27.2020 ::


NO AUDIENCE NEEDED

\

i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there.
found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw
the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i
had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder
-ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting.
I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.

Alone.

No audience needed. I write for myself.

:: 07.27.2020 ::


WINDMILL THOUGHTS

WHETHER a windmill
or a Thought
does not concern
the Soul.
The wind mills
about until told
how to perform.
is nature
and weather of
any human heart.

:: 07.24.2020 ::


REMEMBER ME TO WONDER

WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.

:: 07.24.2020 ::


HAvE REGRET FOR NOTHING BY WORDS

\HAVE regret for nothing by words:

If south were North
then Heaven would burn
Instead the heart should
ponder the mouth
lest words could cut the
cords of souls

–//–\


DO NOT ALLOW THE MOON TO KEEP YOU

THESE SIMPLE NIGHTS are
simple dreams
if you are going to
dreamland take parsley
,sage and a white candle
and remember those you
left behind:  they were once
the best friends in love
    tell her to meet me outside
by the deep forest green —
express the light and spirit
i once felt when she first kissed
me there.   A scarlet mark upon
my heart and Life which I shall
wear with honor for the true love
of mine.

:: 07.23.2020 ::


lalala-da-lala-ta-dah

NOW that i have lost everything
for you :/grieving\:
take all the icons of your wild
world (too hard to get by
upon a smile)
& now lost within everything
old |–>so THE-new-breaks my grieving
heart –> so babe baBY its
like a sorrowful sad girl
just because we’re best friends
doesn’t mean there’s good strangers
lalala-da-lala-ta-dah
: evil eats tender loving hearts
so new so white so black so true
so you leave so take care
;take all that makes you beautiful;
this mysterious world is a wild
world so oh baby it’s a wild world
(as the child you are: never want to
see you sad, girl so take care and hope
you have a lot of friends out there —
just remember there’s a lot of bad there.
)

:: 07.22.2020 ::