THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
Buddha smiled, Big Belly laugh
OM OM OM
slipt inside a pit of holiness
and ate the mud of birth
God tastes so vaginally sweet
like a pink cotton candy stick
And the Theme Park of Life
swelled in a lustful passion
breaking the rays of a light bulb sun
a 100 watts keeping sight of all souls
A tendency to slip into hungry shadows
and the monkeys within their caged world
threw feces at the visitors watching them
be so unnaturally confined
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
We’re all One
:: 06-20-2015 ::
I chanced upon an exquisite puzzle one day
It was tiny in size and easy to touch
I did not want to figure it out
but just to hold…
I turned it this way, that way
— any way it would move!
And at times interlocking pieces
would come and go
Eventually I closed my eyes
and relied on touch and faith
and found it much easier to navigate
Life is such, that way.
::-::
was a nameless thing that moved
The proximity of this horror
to my heart made me leave my skin
:: – ::
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
oh Royal Blue above
all of us, loved
oh golden soil below
that souls kiss
and all of all of you
so preciously a gift
that souls should know!
I sing with silent voice
and feel with shout!
And dance the birth
of life in every moment
this life should give
to me; today tomorrow
yesterday and after
;thoughts of you
my Royal Blue above
my golden soil below
the world is a meal!
the soul a hungry mouth!
the heart a dish to hold
this thing we call life!
::; 06-13-2015 ::
TO see you >like eating paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my timeless soul!
a silver Snail!( here, inventing
stares like U! ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the fruit of your garden of
Eden! Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul: which at best is bestly a talent for
only poetry.
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK! And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK! FREAK! HEAD! no one__.
:: 06-11-2015 ::
WHERE ALL m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!
Perchance b e neath
a blooming peach tree?
upon the cusp of the lips
of a smiling clown or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u n k n o w n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o be!
I love my ;;–> better
than you!
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1
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