that it is — at night’s mawning
through overpast daze
berated spirit leaving —
that suncrest hope on cuts
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul
that love, too, my longing
:: 06-11-2024 ::
Category Archives: Life
A HUNDRED POEMS – 070
A HUNDRED POEMS – 069
MY heavy silent voice
the lush lust flesh
a lost paradise
the war that tore
centuries of Nation
my beautiful one
I die(d) many times
and here I stand
firmly attesting love
and await you — love
forEVER through time
I ate my sanity save
my love which keeps me
— my heavy silent voice
:: 06-10-2014 ::
THE GREAT EYE
The Great Eye within
your closet never blinks
and the knob hardly
turned by your hand
but your life-clothes
need a change today
and the Great Eye
awaits your opening
the door for a change
it’s stare sees all ‘you’
and there’s nothing
you can do to hide
when you open that door
to the closet of your life
:: 07-07-2014 ::
T E X T P E R T — E X P E R T
Textpert expert telling us how it is
a jumbo word manifesto sexpert
I see how a pig could fly
all you have to do is kiss a bug
bullfrogs have all died, oh my!
but the chemical plants
swear on their dead souls
a fish could have two heads
Darwin on steroids drank a coke
and the bomb loves your mother
Tell me a bedtime story
without politics and I’ll die
you are the Textpert expert
thumbing all through the lies
for the world there’s a word
and all the circus clowns have died
:: 05-26-2014 ::
HOW TO DIE
I can’t tell you how to live
but I know what dying is like
and can say take each day
and hold it like your child.
kiss it, love it and never let go
:: 05-27-2014 ::
THE ANCHOR STONE
When you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking —
inside of you?
it’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of —
an anchor-stone
I can only ask because I know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below —
the resting bed
until one day I arose
up into the sun
when I awaken
that’s where I go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 062
sometimes (now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now// spill
horrified goldfish meeting air
myopic eyes live cataract-like
but still &-now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
:: 05-28-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 063
FOR one
incredible moment
nothing happened
and I fell in love
with that nothingness
:: 05-28-2014 ::
IF I WERE BORN
IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
MY LITTLE ONE
my little one! my little one!
where have you gone?
beneath the little bed —
perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
my little one! hide and seek
is your favorite game —
but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
life has given you the key
to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
my litle-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you —
all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide
beneath the bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
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