Category Archives: #1900s

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXX

MY part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave of ocean
that my dreams becomes Life
and as one what more
than one and whole?

:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020


IN THROUGH THE OUT DOOR

WHO ever promised a soul
who ever prophetized love
who ever it was
had no human name
or so

it seems
dropping in pieces
falling in me’s and you’s
dropping in reasons
i’m calling it cream of you

Falling every way in small
pieces of insanity
i can see brilliant
Light of Life
it is chasing my chakra-heart

born north of Tropicana
i landed upon the back of a blue
scarab and went for a world-tour
and met anyone who is/has been/was/
will be anyone and so several times
came across me. Seemed i was doing
something against nature walking
in through the outdoor

:: 07.19.2020 ::


EMBERS & STONE

EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.

:: 07.19.2020 ::


ARMY OF INSECTS

MY ATTENTION is breaking \a flooding stream flowing/
help me:i found an enemy within me: help :  and
the only thing that works;   an Umbilical cord
around the weak parts of my Heart :  i have found
detritus within my heart/ all the parts of a splayed
cockroach across the floor:
  oh well an invading army
of insects now & maybe
later horny cherubs to take
me away
  oh well oh my
  yea hell
  hello
within broken mirrors are
the strangest souls
and i am ugly full of tears
 am i scared why not:  i
found God.

:: 07.18.2020 ::


ANCESTRY CALLS

hmm…

i find it very very easy to be so true
so all inside of you i keep a close watch
upon the leather book of my prose because
its you (of course) — i find myself
admitting i’m a fool just for you/ i ate the sun
and spat out darkened light and happiness i felt from
you hmm…
i find it very very true
that you have a way to keep
ME next to your side —
hmm. so i have a heart and
something called truth:
so i admit i am a fool
just for you — natives say
both day & night are just fine
because you’re mind.

:: 07.17.2020 ::


FAITH

no need
for military  solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
  if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
  i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me  FAITH
  so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
   (oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed  my eyes to EXIST.

:: 07.16.2020 ::

no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough


KEEP ME AWAKE AND ALIVE

SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away

:: 07.16.2020 ::


RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.

:: 07.16.2020 ::


WITHIN THE BUSIED DAISIES

within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
   feeling (like
feeling)  oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.

:: 07.14.2020 ::

[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]


THEN WITHOUT CALAMITY

In this past I remember crickets &
flies indiscriminately conflating
phylum and Genus. Whether my flesh
within Babylon or Bayonne–
tonight is the toast of this Night:
Herr Ludwig Van Beethoven
his anger and brilliance could bore
kind hearts but his sugar notes and
finesse of the keyboard was charity
and progress — so sick am i within
all these strange looks […]
we saw and heard and were all these
sick happy heaps of children on the brink
of pleasant discovery.

:: 07.04.2020 ::