IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know — and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably
i plead!
::12-24-2013::
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season’s change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of heart
But the sun sees a vastness
of grand love we give Her
so not a goodbye
little ones but a promise
for tomorrows!
:: 03-22-2014 ::
Rev: 03-18-2018
WONDERING HEART
\
don’t ask me:
i wondered long fields
lovingly wondering your
heart –> don’t tell me
how you hate me | i was
standing apart to deny
it –} if we could live
for ever -=-> if we hurt
each other; i told you
we all have spirits but
only a few have Souls:
i was there/
standing …
you were there — to watch
how love tears apart
imaginary lust.
:: 08..19.2020 ::
WE shared sunshine and laughter beneath an umbrella with cocktails and
absences of cloths –you had a glint within your eyes: remembering ancient
memories from ‘ago.’ I touched your skin (forearm)and you awoke. Toes deep
in sand//Explaining how you do this from time-to-time.\ you asked for another
Manhattan i retrieved it for you.
you drunk bitch.
:: 08.19.2020 ::
i WAS born upon a raft; castaway upon the sea
many a year ago my birth upon the briny deep
And i know vast waters
all points across an oceanic reality
But once i dreamed i was born
— be upon a land where all i see
::disharmony
all points across vast humanity
where fear and pain delivered a daily dose
now realize birth-induced reality
is far better than human insanity
::01/07/2014::
::REV: 08192020 ::
before I was a boundary of Life
i was an embryo so you can completely
kill me when you want like the body
upon which you learned to write
(aside from ancient angels) people
hidden or appear illuminated
by forests of appearance —
immediate lights?
a dream appeared at will.
So senseless — a perfect example
of words! aaaaaaaaahhhhh!
The media fears to feed him —
smells like sperm of secrets —
the sea stops within the palms
of your eyes —– aaaaaaaaaah!
breath. Please. To laugh.
Believe. aaaaagh. with hospitality
they blindfold your look.
:: 08.16.2020 ::
PLACE your h ips across my s h o u l d ers
PLEASE.
i have s o me thing to say —>
hehehehehe
to your pussy brain :
i said, seriously.
I wan to know you
YOU.
Your dreams
your Fears
what Loves you’ve had
within this Life.
so place your hips across my
shoulders please.
Because, well.
I have something to say to you.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
EASY was media until words became
digital (you love . yourself now) Oh,
humanity i swear i learned how to not
Love Myself (the location of all enemies
upon a plane) m y l o v e died, flower
too and my lip dried — what should
we do? flaccid penis and dry
vagina? from head to toe we
think — i won’t complain: the
famous steel within the condensations
receive gratification always — WITHIN
MY BODY of glass — I grew with love
from you (a lot of bad blood) bad news
OCTOPUS
she before 100
-better than everyone.
I am on a level plane; no complaint.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
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