LOVE, like dreams made
of misty thought,
the waking soul sighs!
:: 10-03-2014 ::
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THE GREATEST EXPRESSION
the greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
E. M. L. E. O.
N. O. W. G. U.
D. T. A. A. L.
E. I. Y. I. /.
R. O. S. N.
. N. S.
. S.
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in. me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
IT IS MY MOUNTAIN
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
THE MAGIC-LIFE LIKE HUGGING SPOON
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THIS. MY CHILD-HEART SINGS
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
BIRTHDAY DAZE
I see her house over there
she’s collapsing dreams
And it makes me scream
Ohh! Aagh! I sing, crying!
my dreaming sinking
awaking I walk across
the sidewalk with fingers
entwined in spider string
and I scream; “ahh!
she is his, but so lovely!”
and I breath, little fish swim
inside my heart singing aha!
I sat with the troll and gnome
and I glued them together
they slowed the retro-degrade
and sang’ “oooh, err! Ah huh oh!,
and today’s your birthday
while you, in a daze, writing
poetry to the gods of smoking
eye-love and liquor: thum-thum
a-thum thum thum!
:: 10-91-2014 ::
GREATEST EXPRESSION
THE greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
e, m, l, e, o
n, o, w, g, u
d, t, a, a, l
e, i, y, i, //
r, o, s, n,
, n,
, s,
:: 09-30-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIV
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach me strength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
SUNBAKED SIDEWALK
IT was there within the crack
of a sun-baked sidewalk
a beaten trampled path upon
that I placed my brittle soul
next to the weeds that grew
within a gritty soiled ground
Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
I see your sole but lost my own
Is the reason why I choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that I watch the walkers leaving me?
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