the Lust of my Love
as a Sun, affection
& Life
pours raining-burning
love down myChest toward
the valley of pollinator
of Life
my feet feel the Earth
tremble; the wondrous cradler
of humankind, and the entire
universe! The angels shivered;
the bronze pillars of her twin
breasts poured blue waters into
all the oceans of Life.
:: 07.31.2020 ::
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 ::
the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
this is my last poem for many years. focusing on my true love — painting.
PLEASE LEAVE IT WITHIN THE THICK GREEN FOREST
while silent i ate my thoughts
sitting nowhere really
just me and my throat
i remember when i could speak
i ate thoughts
tell her to meet me by the deep
forest green
/where soft souls sleep and dream
\IF time were a river as some think
she’d be over the falls of all i love
::they find deep forest green fine::
and now again my sweet ringing soul
once against hard walls called Life
so remember me if i seem so far away
i ventured beyond briar.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the world shut it’s mouth where nothing seems to destroy the fire within me
so glad nothing is closing my pains /unless a gogh painting\ sometimes i regret
how far i’ve fought the only thing that can
break me is me –>
i know…
i’ve given everything
i’ve given everything i own
i’ve given everything cared
for — so now gone to hell
and far away i screamed to
the outside world.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
i pulled myself from this wreck
to see if i could still walk
i touched my mind and focused
on the pain: each moment here
is a familiar sting of trying
to breath each moment
saw the evil in each heart
the only thing i knew each
& familiar day so tried to
kill it all away |||–but
i remember everything //
INTO a luscious void
of every word where my stomach
feels so empty.
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the touch of skin now makes
me cry
why is night comforting
to lost souls
why evening rains feel
so lonely
i do not know
i do not know
the beautiful Sun
knows my name
the moon too beneath
everglade
why is life so painful
so burning
i do not know
i do not know
:: 07.28.2020 ::
the GOD is a VAMPIRE
we hold up our skin
even now i know i suppose
i chose all the coal to burn
the memories away i still feel
i am sane burning everything
…can you fake it?
for just one more show
(i want to change for you)
do you feel even now: sane?
THIS trick is our DESIRE
i suppose i am cold like this
choice to kill all the rats within
their cages. No one will ever be
SAFE safe! SAFE!!!!!!
:: 07.217.293 Tell me i ;am the
only oNE— the CHOSEN ONE
;; 07.27.2020 ::
\
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 ::
today
i found a shard of bleeding
happiness
so this Sunday Morning
i shouted, ‘so happy i found out
how i worried for no thing’ so
sorry so are you –> several days
before i found God. i felt okay
it’s so okay on this sunny morning;
we light our candles and find God.
:: 07.26.2020 ::
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