Category Archives: #I am no one

EMBRYO’S SKINNY FISTS

THE embryo’s skinny fists reach the skies
and hides a face yet born
in this summer of burning children you
call a name and the world is asleep.
the fitful swings the stuffed animals
the tired friends called warm winds
have long thoughts of buried snakes
and within the many undreamed thoughts
of a lost world the embryo’s skinny fists
tear the skies apart — the revelation
of new nails grown for 2 months that never
had a drink of the blood you spilled //
some hang their hand and drown within fear
yet, and, with unborn eyes very open, to pretend
a gently passed hand over a baby’s head —
THIN new hair that does not die, long nails
within a soft chest — licking the bloodless
wounds of survival.
The sound of the surgeon’s scalpel.

:: 06.20.2020 ::


I WISH MY LOVE

i wish my will for today
and tomorrow
i wish to never forget our love
i wish to forget that yesterday
(and then before)
i wished to death the love of us

and eternity is without time
and love is more
that love is ours
a love alive outside of time

i wish my fears my love i feared
i wished today my love ~
them all away!
and the sun blew a kiss I ate it
all inside for me
that love reside inside of us
my love!

:: 09-08-2017 ::

 


bEWARE DREAMING THINKER

my preacherOUS/MOUTH this
evangelist__ORGAN
I AM too tired today
but maybe not that weak
i am sick today but
never that sick as fate
per my soul as someone
who always loves you
AND HE who built the Ark
said, “maybe there is no
room for you” GET back
upon the boat Phillip!
We love loved you! But the
fish convinced me:
Our heavy heart is love
regardless of doctrine
and reaches higher than
any human mind!
we never have to pray toward
lobsters
blue crabs
bees
nor politicans
And my sentiment is paved heavy
which endless life appears
so terminally present; life
is less than a zero and all
of humanity’s words are a dream
we think means what we see
awakened unto this life
a sweet nut within the mouth
of the deepest dreamer which
i clearly love Y O U!

:: 09192015 ;;


MESSAGE

WHEN the message
fails away
ought the ink
or paper fade away?
No, I say.
Words have lives
and souls eternally
climbing mountains!
Syntax termed:
immortality!

:: 06-23-2015 ::