the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
Category Archives: #loss
YOUR SCENT
SO YOU SAY I AM CREATED
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
THE Smallest is a thing no name barely, just
echo memory. Just the same
Such a stain that still remains,
within my brain, the smallest thing;
fragmented memories.
of every THING i created with my
own Love__ i am a damned heart.
\
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:: ~~~~~ ::
A FUNERAL OF VICTORY
no youth or age hides
from an Eternal Rule
the touch of vulnerability
we cry, “a miracle
so difficult! and blew my
eyes saying, Death is
a Miracle feeling no pain”
toward my pain feeling
long history //instanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hands of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic
miracles–Father; we children
cry when we see the end of
loved ones
believing YOU: Funeral
of Victory!
:: 08-29-2015 ::
LONELY ROAD
AND so the lonely road going
nowhere to-ever and through whistling
a love ballad badly through loose teeth
meant anything behind the wheel
my heart grips it tightly like the aching
need of a lost lover who made me coffee
in morning before sunshine was
swept beneath lying carpets
did i tell you? especially when you
made me popcorn perfectly
the many smallBIGs of what i lost
:: 07-03-2015 ::
TWO MINUS ONE IS PAIN
TO imagine love
:: life ::
when living is this
worthless dead
rose (do restrain)
when soul/mind complains
this wish through heart
then tragically restrained
weeds contain roses(
love) then Springtime
comes: and humanity
shouts sweetly to lovers
with broken hearts:
success is a tear
shed by the greatest lost
of love!
:: 06-29-2015 ::
UNINVITED GHOST
LIKE life anyone like
my love — so fascinated
by love, I gave so
many tears, like my
forgiving heart.
I died between love
and all the smiles
simply, i say
you’re not the one
== my uninvited
I cried like rivers,
his meaningful purpose
flowing blood from me
by rocks of my River,
i bruise so easily.
And you, you’re alone
and my ghostDream now
drowns in my puddleTears
so deeply is anguish
a skirt burning like sun
and my heart-soul too.
But you, my wishful one
are so uninvited by me
and now like life, anyone
like my love — so fascinated
I walk into woods forgotten.
And you like expansive hope
makes me die when i’m alone.
i have no route inside my heart
instead experience tells me
you’re not invited but ghost
:: 11-05-2014 ::
CHANGE IS A LESS FEELING
HEROES walking so softly
l i ke
my feet cry like my heart
consequently ourLife demand
goodnights
in bed the dreams make
breakfast for us
just a time like lovers
love — you can never leave
and for a change i gave you
me…believe in me
In me i see the neverSpace
without you meDied
and another time you lived
and forgot my soul believe
believe…believe in me
The universe has her heart
but her sisters — untold numbers
so goodnight…i see you everywhere
and if everyShould took my life
i should say it lives within me
and you, if you climbed into light
you would see me…there across
the megaVerse of my Love for you
and I beautifully believed in you
tonight, my feet cry like my heart
i crucified my Brother-in-one,
and another, gave the world
justfor the beating heart
of you…and for a change
i gave you
me, believe in me…
:: 11-04-2014 ::
LOVE MISCARRIAG-ED!
MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
UNtIL I HAVE COMPLETELY
I cannot pull myself
together
until
I have completely
f a
l
l en
a p a r t
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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