i knew by culture, Death.
No man, if men are gods,
i met life in meager words.
And too, i met Love in ‘it’
the notes of dead Men.
I, too, met precious Life
in scribbled notes of Man,
the two women of my Heart
they keep the grounds neat
in famous garb. I should meet
them too, one day in the shade
we have much to say:
did you mean ‘Love’ or ‘hate’
was it ‘death’ or ‘date’
:: 01-24-2015 ::
that my heart is a song
between the beak of a bird
where secrets of life are,
whomever disparages souls
are like humans who never learn!
like the feet who never knew
wings, so fearless and thirsty
soaring, and on Mondays I may
be wrong for many souls are
searching for their lives.
and my hands are my feet,
usefully loving one’s self
so more than truly
feeling. I’ve never seen
a fool who could fail
soaring above the skies
pulling the veil over eyes.
:: 01-25-2015 ::
Oh, poet? Do speak!
the mumbling-foolery
a pompous excursion
of expanded hearts
By anonymous nameless ages
we are the forgotten souls
let our words survive
and what is the flesh
when matched against words?
NOTHING!
sO, –i PRAISE
the temple God
of scribbled notes
and let my skin fold
inside the vase of time
:: 01-22-2015 ::
Today a royal visitor
made it’s way into
my home;
upon its entrance
I knew its Soul.
And now the marriage
of feeling — it holds
the tender hands of
its Bride, Emotion.
:: 01-20-2015 ::
That broken wheel I shall mend
if like a leaf that grew
to touch the sky
I should fall back in time
when summer turns to Fall
like the withered leaf
And like the waves
that crash against the shore
so my life like pebbles
no thing is unmovable
not even time
And tides bid well
when they return to sea
taking a bit of me
So I mend the broken wheel
of my tumultuous life
:: 01-20-2015 ::
AND where does
love go
When upon the last
ember of life
a lover sheds
her golden cord
and takes flight
I call you, sweet face
By day and not just night
and between the moments
where two knees do fall
And too, I go! There!
upon the waves of
eternal love
:: 01-20-2015 ::
AND when feathers
touched my face
I did well upon
grayish skies
Upon stormy nights
as heaven opened
but denied my soul.
And pain comes upon
sheets of forgetful
promises
i placed my mortal
feet upon Luna
and pushed aside;
what I do well.
I did well, when
walking through the
forest and chased
the fairies across
the golden line
and found my soul;
their land seems
phantasmagoric
(unlike mine)
:: 01-17-2015 ::
Climb –>
so high, climb!
across the culture
and dividing line
(of religions)
What I have seen
is so noble!
Fortunately we have
pigskin suitcases
–> watertight
beating within
our bursting chests
I saw an angel
she blew me a kiss!
:: 01-17-2015 ::
SHE imposed;(and who wants
to love)and summer creamed
it’s beauty, with it’s warmth.
That’s when I saw she had a smile
to bring the sun down to Earth
and I love her!
That’s when the moon (I saw the oceans rise)
spoke; I’ve been doing nothing so close to
nothing so let’s dance
and we (I think I love her) danced across the
stars // she trills my lonely soul
it’s something about how she ate the dark cloud
above my heart and I said,
‘I think I love you.”
Love’s so cool, begs for nothing
just gives me pink roses
and the rolling hills of passion–I feel!
This is the first time (and babies cry)
give me the milk ofLove!
(I think ILove you!)
:: 01-17-2015 ::
The imaginary DREAM-like leaping
page from page of static moments
i bit the felt-tip pen of god’s
creative hand and the golden
drops of his timeFlesh bled
into my EyeChasm pools
Consciousness is WingBird
without feathers beating
eternity into a meal
that mortalBEING mouths
devour
:: 01-11-2015 ::
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