i look at life
so differently
that i upEnd
all reality
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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SOUP AND THREAD
THERE’S a golden thread
within my noodles,
and needle-head too!
I have yet to find a soup
to stitch a flavored soul.
My spirit-favored lover
where is my spoon?
“Over here,
within my heart!”
ET INDE HUC (From There to Here)
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: /\::
LOVE MISCARRIAG-ED!
MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
UPON THE HILL GENOA
Broken roads leading to nowhere
I felt the end of our path —
and closed my eyes again.
it is the end |||
So many miles to our end,
and you shouted denial
but it is the end and I
felt the world move again.
I dreaded and mourned
this day, it is a dead-end
and I leave all I know again
feeling my heart burst when
I died upon the hill Genoa
and my tears fell but I stood
tall upon my falling soul.
And where you went I followed
even in death I put my hands
within yours as you run from
the danger of life and that death
you love so much
It’s a colliding HillLove
called Genoa
:: 10-27-2014 ::
UNtIL I HAVE COMPLETELY
I cannot pull myself
together
until
I have completely
f a
l
l en
a p a r t
:: 10-28-2014 ::
SIlENCE SPEAKS
Could silence speak,
what might it say?
Invariably it’s message
should be:
“If I speak, could you
hear? If you’ve listened,
then my voice you know.”
I, my soul and mouth
speechless…
and silence spoke to me!
:: 10-27-2014 ::
DRIPPING BRUSH MY heART
my love SoBe ateTu fo
my cherrie aMo re
heart that i fell
no tBy son(g) but
love…
andWhatNext my soul,
the girlIn red heels
jayCoo by sea
laBelle dameSan regrets
:: 10-26-2014 ::
MY BOTTLEDWORD BY SEA
my bottledWord by sea,
tossing dipping
drowing almostly by
squalls and the hot
blood of ocean
My penKnew inklings,
like severeKraken
gripping timeHearts
And where my heartWords?
Wash ashore — neatly
within my bottledSoul
only the future knows,
but myTimeBymoments
— my future friend,
I do love you like
today — I wear you
when I swim!
:: 10-22-2014 ::
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