If I died within my complete madness
would I go to a heavenly asylum
One of celestial rubber rooms
and mad scientists of Freudian School
I wish my God a savant of love
who adore romanticism and Mozart
We should drink tea with Jung
and hear of intellectual mysticism
:: 07-04-2014 ::
Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
I feared a thing
untold — unseen,
that thing I feared
and my mind,
a thing too —
split in half
by such unknown
I strove to know —
unraveled marbles, too
which spilled
upon the floor,
perfect glass balls
rolled from higher
ground to low
and reality’s curtain
fell — my needle tried
to stitch the past
when love was good
but sequence ran
beyond my needle
what stitch in time…
:: 05-15-2014 ::
resuscitation lung-death
blue a breath into
hallow barren tunnel-fright
I, mesmerized-pinwheel eyes
ate pillow lips, hot sweet breath
and death —/(m)y angel
her dark cloak flew into
a funnel-~>vortex too
and left me alone in tears
so another day in human flesh
:: 05-15-2014 ::
I fell to sleep a fitful dream
and found myself upon stone steps
I followed a monk into that place
where cosmic meaning lives and breathes
and I heard the canyon winds
and that heavenly chime upon my lips
and sometime later I was summoned
into an antechamber of the Holy One
his age was timeless as his skin
I saw him laying upon a stone bed
and he motioned me come closer
as I leaned over his overgrown beard
so white and unblemished hair
he stared into my eyes and I could not
believe what I saw
stars and life across the universe
looked into my eyes and wisdom
I then knew I was such a lonely man
and my tears could not stop flowing
and I heard that song that never stops
It sang deep within my heart
You will never be alone
and in time you will remember
what purpose within your hands
I kissed the Holy Man
and he whispered into my soul
You will see light in the Darkness
:: 05-06-2014 ::
this kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
my cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
my friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
———— as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
In my dream i rode a wave
not one made of ocean
but that of heavenly
love — that quenches me
and i touched the skin
not of human but so much more
she had daises in her hair
and a smile of sunlight too
we decided to run down there
where the road forks in two
and ran toward the woods
where the love-green hide
the trees from the forest
what do you see in life
that before you is a dream
but greater is the forest
Love is an ocean and sun
and passion that green forest
flowers flotsam and candy
jetsam between love and life
Oh I wish for that beach!
where life can dig toes-sand
and umbrella laughter song
a salty wind caressing us!
:: 04-15-2014 ::
my eyes — my Creator!
what have i seen —
that Glory within reach
those humble broken hopes
that golden binding Promise
my eyes, what have i seen
no word, expression-be
i see that horizon and over
across the rainbow of love
that Promise not just for-eye
:: 04-15-2014 ::
I smelled the most beautiful
ugly thought never giving
pause that thorn plus pill
oh, upon my cloud head branch
When does the death party
depart — at morning’s night
or midnight’s brilliant sun
Either way dear, count me in
:: 04-07-2014 ::
I lay bare
my soul
to eternity —
to see my clay
form —
from celestial
breath have I come
I now lay bare
a fall from grace —
In human form
:: 04-06-2014
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