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STATIC LIFE
LAND OF LIVING WORDS
little-voice my biggest
tender tiny heart-Fire
burn my lipSoul when
all my words — sleeping
I tuck them beneath
the country-prose of
my land of living words
my little voice, tenderly!
within the hands I write
I hold your flowerHeart
and scribe the love within
the land of living words
and remain forever yours,
my living word!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
MY ‘LOST’
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
MY FEAR-TINY
my fear-tiny
feet patter in Side
tinyMe that room
alone and Me
my handFace
slapping fear-
hating me longer
distaste my fear
King–my costly
wasteful weakness
:: 10-05-2014 ::
BLOOD, THAT PRINCE!
Blood, that prince
a lover for all,
deeply within
the bleeding life!
Today, like me
I walked there
beyond the way
toward the river
a babbling heart!
And sat upon
(and I did)
a rock watching my Prince
deeply within life!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
TURNPIKE DESERT BLOOM
Lately i’ve come to know
the meaning of dis-so-low
bringing up my daisies
where ever i go driving
along turnpike desert bloom
inside my traffic heart
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crash-car ends
heavy foot crazy jaw-bit love
riding inside my jalopy car
burning smelling wheel cart
speeding straight toward
your beautiful turnpike
i stop to smell the bloom
and daisy-crazy pushing up
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crashCar ends
i never saw the policeSoul
chasing my jalopy car down
my burning smelling wheelCar
now i’m singing of dis-so-low
igniting inside my cadmium car
and i got a ticket just for
smelling your beautiful turnpike
i stopped to smell the bloom
while i die within my cadmium dreams
:: 10-06-2014 ::
THIS. MY CHILD-HEART SINGS
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
DIRT DUH DA-DA-DA DIRT
sweet tongue Slicking me
Slender fingers licking me
and tight necked People
kiss if’ings spider crawling
so ghostly fingers that’s their
on string Killing spi ders I
and picker Aaaah err ah! Oh ah!
I sitting in beach
sand Kraken glues them err ee ah
singing blue fin birthday porpoise
kissing my lips and err! Oh ahh err!
my heart lays on dirt Dirt duh da dirt
da da dirt and the whales weep
:: 10-01-2014 ::
THIS, MY CHILD HEART SINGS!
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me
i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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