Category Archives: #broken poetry

i DIE with YOU

I DIE WITH YOU

IT’S so much — the little THINGS
entered my SOUL & MOUTH so far
AWAY from denial
then, as now, i KNEW you were
SUMMER within WINTER where-ever
time and space folds ; collapses
and tearing at the brain.
is LOVE so beautiful is
the world — revolution time
who is sleeping at the wheel?
We keep track and tack notes
trying to reach out to YOU
— the world of sleeping
beautiful souls. Beautiful
beautiful Ones. So fly away
so fly into Space so wise
werelings flying with YOU;
I LOVE
as you fly into space
so wise //i am with you.

:: 01-24-2019 ::


W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


Distant Storm

MEMORIES are wet streets
reflecting a light

And the distant storm
a table cloth of denial

An edge of coming Winter
razor blades of truth

Endings and beginnings
of wars and songs.

:: 01-24-2019 ::


I AM NOT THE I OF THE WORLD

I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?

A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.

as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


THE SILVER LEGEND

TWO inches deep within grass
prolonged but not old
There i can find, as old as
Victorian Letters, the days
of all my dreams, a breath
away from Death but held
as the Silver Legend of Life.

Orbicular seas of blue and white
soaring bird dots and breeze
the moment takes me to another
life that’s wide and timeless.

So i am as the moment frozen
held within my heart —
passion-glow embraced of one
who lives deep within the
Spirit’s roots kissed.

no dream dreamt no song sang
no rain ranged among
The Paradise of Silver Legend.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


MOTHER MARY CRYING

PLEASE sir, take away my eyes
you see the sky’s all wrong
spinning around (whatever i do)
it’s her, Mother Mary crying
upon her knees screaming;

i did it all wrong
and what i’ve done
cannot be undone

whatever i do
whatever i do
whatever i do

it’s all wrong
but all so true

Touched the skin
of a celestial being
just a little thing
changed me
changed the world
begging you take my heart
you see all that the world feels

i feel
i feel
i feel

the sky spinning all around
no matter what i do

:: 01-23-2019 ::


THE CORPSE

There as still and quiet as dead.

Sleeping. ?

Yes.

The walls had grown used to the scene. The dreams tired of the same actors with different faces.

The dead take care of their own.

The corpse lit the room’s lamp and in the gray dark began to work.

It bathed the perpetually sleeping body that lay in bed. Trimmed the hair and applied blush to it’s cheeks.

The sleeping know nothing of the awakened world; the dead know nothing of the sleeping but that they sleep the deepest of all. Dripping, the legs were dried.

The sleeper’s eyes opened.

The corpse closed them with the coldest of fingers.

Placing the stiff scrub brush upon the nightstand the corpse was pleased with the Sleeper.

And smiled.

:: 01-15-2019 ::


I LIKE IT WHEN YOU WHISPER

i like it when you whisper
and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.
That you sing while speaking
all within my own heart
i too fall within you
filled within my soul
you and mine within yours

i like it when you whisper
and the world wishes too —
knows what madly
soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels
snore; i too fall within you
— are part of my soul
, stay forever

mostly i like your whisper-
love within my heart side-by-side
at night within the spooned bed
and moon smiles fallingly stars
wishing they had one as you.

:: 02-14-2015 ::
Rev: 11-10-2018


THE RA&&IT & THE HAT

WHETHER morticians wear
the makeup of cadavers
or madness is the friendliest
voice makes no difference
you are sick
to believe loud colors
have no mouth
and the trunks of people
grow deeply rooted roads
that have many toll booths
the rich pay for free things
and the poor steal dreams
those dead envy the living
and those alive
feel so dead.

:: 10-27-2018 ::


CLAM-SHELL MOUTH

I kissed your clam
shell’d mouth
you bit back life
We strolled on
down the hill
full of sun and thrill
You laughed
at my confession
and left me
ghost-shadow’d
It was all
a deception
like it matters now

so what happens
to us now
so what matters
isn’t how
it’s all decisions
within deceptions
is all that matters
now now now

::: 10-25-2018 ::