The imaginary DREAM-like leaping
page from page of static moments
i bit the felt-tip pen of god’s
creative hand and the golden
drops of his timeFlesh bled
into my EyeChasm pools
Consciousness is WingBird
without feathers beating
eternity into a meal
that mortalBEING mouths
devour
:: 01-11-2015 ::
i should run away
to never see myself
what ruin i’ve become
my ungrateful heart
may slay away
all the lightness
where destruction lives
my ungrateful heart
there are times
when the sun sinks
with it too my hope
all because of a heart
then the moon surprises
with all her grandeur
like an unblemished stone
but not my ungrateful heart
it lies between a vastness
the tiniest cracks
between light and darkness
is where i live forever
just me and my
ungrateful heart
:: 12-29-2014 ::
I once took a ‘failure’
within my heart
and gave it love
did you see it?
It grew a rainbow
that spanned life
And I said to it
‘Life my dear,
is the taste,
like bitter death’
The summer knows
that it always falls
and then soon,
into a cold wintry truth
Such is the life of living!
:: 11-02-2024 ::
AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.
And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!
And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.
Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!
I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls
:: 10-24-2014 ::
I hold little value for time
these days when I am always
writing. Compressed into
a vacuum of love and past life!
I do rarely know what I scribe —
automaton are we, many minds!
But each poem is a life I love
when I write. I die each night
and the beauty of resurrection
my each morning!
:: 10-23-2014 ::
and I die(d) “thanking my word: so long ago”
“would you; yes you would”
“and, everything, everything…”
“if you try to breath…”
“I choke upon the flesh of my dying skin…”
“you used to be a little boy”
“…and everything, tries — and I choke believing,”
“do you?”
“and every feather, petal, leaf, and heart,
speaks (cry) loving (hugs)
M E
:: 10-22-2014 ::
when my heart
blows like
the cold wind
i’m done —
the begging
digs deep
so i ask
‘my girl,
who do you
love’
[in the deep
the deep dream
i love my dream]
your hands,
so cold girl
who did you touch?
[i touched my love
the man i love
six feet deep]
my girl, my girl
don’t lie to me
love likes warmth
and death so cold
[my dear, true love
never dies
but breathes warmth
and melts death too]
in death so true
love never parts
:: 10-11-2014 ::
Too long I’ve lived
Too much I’ve seen
Too brief my love
Too little by seam
That moments alone
seem eternal by soul
And witness, my heart
Too brief my love,
this dream called Life
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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