SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.
:: ~~ ::
we werelings like savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges) coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips
closed speaking and two foot liking
here of this earth dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over
smashed words — open broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked — smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
:: 07-25-2015 ::
SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the
dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h
:: 09162015 ::
HAVE you seen a ‘v’
(SOUNDS SO BEAUTIFUL)
hop across a ‘t’
or even ‘y’ inside
a ‘d’
it’s all inside of me
alphabet needs
something in the way
language eats at me
in a deep dark well
of my mostly nights
i kissed ‘m’ and ‘e’
all of me
cried feeling how i
am SO “m” “T”
something in the way
yeah…something in
a way how words touch
all i hide away from
me ||||||||oh!
:: 09-02-2015 ::
Twixing yellow-cupped flowers
breezing touched-tip
of pollination wing! Flitters
–ingly my moist-eyed beautiful
love where exposed feelingCountry
side of rolling hills thrill romance
beeSTUNG-luscious lips smother
my-tied heart as is my whole mind
and soul, dear exquisite lover
:: 09-01-2015 ::
the little wasAS_me soul
dancing so obliviously
into a tent i walked within
at birth as ‘me’ and unbelimished
i strolled, head high and heart
on fire! oh, the little wasAS_me
so learnt what life is and as
i was i become so much more;
the big isAS_my soul 😉
steadily walking sometimes
crawling but always forward
i must always have air!
for the air are breasts
two-apart by the space between
my heart! it is all of art
i live for!
:: 07-27-2015 ::
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