Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature;
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors,
across erected walls.
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
MUMBLE DOPE droopy eye
feeble finger tremble
painting blue sky!
sun-sing blade light!
slicing fear in silver night
a muse-dance broken sight
damn! the dust twirls tight
in blood mix-meaning night
tonic ball burns and melts
Madness in eyes and ears
tongue-twisted lies
fire clean-crazy felt!
:: 01-21-2013 ::
rev: 03-10-2015
AND shadows shout!
AND fog like muffled cries
obscuring life-like carnivals
when all lights sleep!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
And today I commit my sanity
to a cage of padded walls
inside a bone cave
— a bone bomb
so quietly exploding;
the sparks leave me
through spirit and eyes!
I was a normal creature
until pushed aside
by the wave of humanity
the untold tons of flesh
across my soul!
and now I carve words
from feelings I lost
years ago!
:: 03-09-2015 ::
the dinner plate
is quite empty
i sit here
contemplating
quietly awaiting
a meal for my soul
and thoughts
as clean as porcelain
invade me
the clarity of my mind
fed me!
:: 03-10-2015 ::
i am like anyone; so hungry
a flesh by soul so flattered
by your smiles
i’m simply undone
by your unfastening
my simple heart
and you are my undone
I cry a tear
like diamond
and scatter my tender nothings
upon the object of your uninvited
soul — tempest so strangely
my mind thrust for you my
undone heart
i ate all the blood
upon a cross where
He bled, earth shook
an experience like…i’m anyone
so hungry; a flesh in soul
:: 03-04-2015 ::
Oh! The swirling umbrellas,
candy rain, and singing souls!
I imagined no thing as this!
Diamond eyes, flower lips,
tender skies kissing hearts! all
the dreams of a dreamer who
writes for the soul!
i cried.
to still write a poem
a soul should go above us
living for all today
these dreams are with us
and every day they do
have the strong voice
of meaning
:: 03-09-2015 ::
Love is a Nation of little people
the invisible workers of
inexhaustible nature
a titter-patter walking
across all hearts
and passing through doors
and across erected walls
some cry, “Hello!”
but mostly they go unknown
with tiny eyes glistening…
and heavy souls
:: 03-09-2015 ::
we speak blood-lips
lying crying. locked like-soul
inside box dreams
i swore i kept key inside my soul
never unlocked: your
forever fears of life like=life (cancer)
I saw fissure of lies
made me cry,
you gave orchards a last breath
instead of my love whose heart remains
i hate! And surprise is a torn ticket
to your theater of pegged-legged hearts
and midget heart a highness of life
i can cry upon throne like queen of freaks
I am in front o’mirror and say I’m the saddest
freak like most humans.
We’re a box dream keeping Schrodinger’s
cat life — like Libra!
I HATE MAINSTREAM EDITORS…die
or make yourself real. Eat the wall
that makes you so a whore
:: 02-19-2015 ::
a sense of doubt!
those bent smiles
of privileged nothing!
imitating life
when i buried them,
their faces frowned
but the beautiful song
of not knowing life!
I am too strong
for regretting
the battle won!
:: 02-17-2015 ::
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