Category Archives: #life

COSMIC FIRE

LIFE-like a breeze inside the soul
to look at me isn’t all you see
a lightblue sun inside my eyes
and shadows beneath the knees
it’s a silly man who isn’t crazy
but God knows it better
than you or me
When you awaken come to me
When you awaken from this dream
Someday when we all come home,
home to that single point;
in a cosmic fire you’ll find
whatever it is you’re looking for
whether or not it’s me

 

:: 05-21-2017 ::


STIFF LAUGHTER

my funny bone
has an erection

–>(06.10.2017)<–


Op. 1

a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


YESTERDAY’S THINGS

Through sorrow I followed the flames of rites
And casted aside all things that brought me love.
A broken horse, tin soldier, and mangled kite
Tattered bear and soft dove in white

And in the attic there use to be

A cradle that rocked in gentle breeze
Iron cast cars without their wheels
Paper thin butterflies & snowy trees
And dinner plates I used for meals too

The thing lost and most felt in heart

Was not the engine, tracks or robot man
Or little black plastic white-tipped shoes
But something that once brought me smiles
A mere hand puppet that seemed so real

Now I know with clear understanding

Regardless of the pain I feel from longing
That those gifts of youth were put to use
And have now been given to others belonging
Always the memories I’ll have and never lose

There’s always a fond thought for tomorrows
Especially when you remember yesterday’s things.

8/24/94


WITHOUT ALL THE FEAR

all of our days:
a freedom to love
a reason for life
all of our dreams:
a season to be
the meaning of us
and all the world shouts
“There’s no space between us
cheers, laughter and tears!”
and then we kiss and hug
and the shadows flee away
living is life without all the fear!

:: 04-16-2017 ::


PITTED MUREX

if i am to be vacant of companionship and communion with you

then all has been my own dream.  

i have dreamed of a field

spread-loved by graceful golden wheat and you, the wind

which caressed a life-war torn spirit; trembling hands.

my own as-had as dreams as worn as ancient book bindings

~ lost within the smolders of everywhere.

was youth easy when anchors were drawn upon the bow

and all waves were frolicked star crests upon our arms?

picking up the discarded shells of the battle front-life

a patch of beach-white untouched by strife;  i picked up

a pitted murex and placed it next to my heart.

:: 04-08-2017 ::

AND IF NOT FOR

 and if not for
 the melancholy pebbles lining our narrow
 path
 and if not for
 the bruised-throated mourning birds'
 sorrow
 how else if not through faith
 how else if not through love
 that all shadows can stand
 that all light within be strength
 and if not for
 God
 an impossibility
 and if not for
 Love
 an impossibility!

:: 04-08-2017 ::

LACRIME DI DOLORE

LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)

oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear

Always will be for me!

:: 02-10-2017 ::


ON MY FINEST DAY

ON my finest day i learned how much you hate
ME
bruises with punch
orange pieces float
inside a sick heart
WHAT I ALWAYS KNEW
And you hit me upon my
head and broke my Soul
So i’m so drained
A meal-stone around my head while the crows
speak in empty fields:
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
Is it that time to make
myself clear? i love you
and myself but what should i do?
So i love blue and reds tied upon the rails
of a fiery track watching
the light grow: i won’t complain.

i have lived myself to the fullest!

:: 01-11-2017 ::


WHEN THE THROAT REACHES LULLAlullBY

So many years so many centuries

love allowed me to fade so close

and when you say and when you do

it all comes down

to find out what you mean

and all this time

…and you and HIM //shame//

as He-in-her (and i hate comprise

when it concerns my own heart

and so many so many

little things both so hopped

ended) paintful

So, could have been so small

but died in weak arms (wishing/

it was you)   FRONT: SCRATCHING

away from you

“?” SUCH A LITTLE

THING TO KILL — guilt.  Boss,

it might have been me if the seasons

let (however) us ~ teased.

Walk quietly at midnight

sides: KILLED AND SIDELINED

(She fell with her mouth opened

and these thoughts may be

Memories not yet happened ~ but

they still kill me every inch

Of my Down. Honestly

AND now who goes (WEAK MINDS

Or PASSIONATE “I AM EVERYWHERE

And just wanna be myself;

So you say you want to

Love me and die some.  I am upon

A fish hook and love:  i kissed

every monster and evil

Spirit AND I am with EVERYONE

…i am everywhere with Love

Now who leaves (PAIN+BANG (IGNORANCE?

And a drink for the HORROR i am within!)

:: 01-05-2016 ::