listen. Of hearts that sing —
wailing aside. Better if eyes
could taste the color love
And in flight with bee
a passionate kiss from thee!
:: 10-15-2018 ::
Category Archives: #hearts
SOME THROUGH THE BRAIN
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart —
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by thoughts
whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
LOVE’S SO COLD WE CRY
WHEN love’s cold we cry
women seem so wicked
when hearts are so strained
men seem so distant
when love is so ugly
when we’re alone
when life is down
fears come out
when you’re so weak
hearts are so alone
when lovers are so
unwanted it seems so
cold when we’re so
hungry for love
no one knows how
to live for love
Lovers roaming nights
like when you’re down
when love’s cold
we cry and we all are
so wicked when hearts
are so strained
hearts seem so distant
opened mouths say
‘when you’re strange’
:: 10222015 ::
C: REMEMBER ME LIKE A MELODY
You walk within my dreams
–> last night
a thought so near to me
and endeared to me.
but you couldn’t quite
discern me and you:
a stage like
a melody holding up
the world inside you
–a big secret wins
you over like a few
actors pacing from
shadow to shadow
too far apart. So i
stretch myself like
a shadow actor explaining
ticket tax and we live
in such bad product
: to meet my glory,
but my secret hovers
over my life to keep you
reaching like heaven; are
we dead citizenS or survivorS?
iT IS THE pulse of poetry.
:: 10222015 ::
I THROW EVERYTHING INTO THE FIRE
I listened to my heart
and wrote a postcard
all for you
My mouth is dry and i
give all my love
till my beating heart
refuses shadows so…
i write, “I love you,
and honor that one thing
that speaks while my
mind says another”
I’m arrested in all my
confusion of how i walked
for miles toward you
and ignored how bright
your sun burns” So today
I removed my heart to
revenge myself cause
i knew how much i loved
you /\ And men are not meant
to attain pure happiness
learning is not knowing
and hate is a rage so blind
that carries love away
:: 09192015 ::
I RECEIVED YOUR LETTER & THE BIRDS
DEAR pain! March what i am extended!
Pages of eager love,the poet: I AM so
deadeningly that every-
where whose soul is what we write
about: within hurt and tears — i
forgive me; forgive words i wrote — to
be no thing!THAT i am that which is the
greatest shadow of what i could
be: within such
forgotten love!
THERE, this, loved by me! I love you!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
THIS HEART BLEEDS TRUE
ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:
O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
TINY FLEETING FEET
two tiny fleeting feet
rushing mushing mushroom
upon chase of time
so early in morrow
morning kisses
says rooster:
not fair i have no roost!
says the butterfly:’Sweet’
before nectar drinking
and Cupid signs: “All lovers
need a drink of Spirited Love
to start a Romantic Day!
:: 08-27-2015 ::
ALL MY LOVE TO YOU
SO soft, so my forever love
Breathing she remembers me
of all the fallen light
she chase a memory
in wind causing heartbeats
my life I loved her
and moved a Thought
like Hours and Days
into a muse whom I loved
and she is all of me
All of Life and Death too
A flame so Straight
she is all of my love
All of my-too Emily
She never could stop
for death and so i am too
the force of fire so quick
and fine — all my love to you
:: 08-29-2015 ::
THE WAVES ARE MISTY CLAPPING
The waves are misty clapping
seas, lovvv–i—,ng some——
thing inside a roar |beating heart/
| Gogh once painted it
but decided on fields with
flowers and twirl-swirling
stars
enough to make me cry
:: 07-19-2015 ::
