Category Archives: #lost

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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S P I R I T U A L T E C H N O L O G Y

Indecision brings Grey skies
more than you swear
and if i see your vectored
love: the lines of possibility
fades away! washes away
miracles. Did you see the one
with a top hat? 1880? If this
is the ;moment of fractured time
wash way! walk away! ; love,
i will find you again.
2nd Genesis: vacuum victory
history //and this is emergency
of love! walk away \\time machine
and mind//a spiritual technology
surpassing life

:: 09-02-2015 ::


A HEEL LOST I LOVED

I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved

:: 07-05-2015 ::


LIKE WHEN IT LIVED

I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.

:: 11-11-2014 ::


I CANNOT PULL MYSELF TOGETHER

i cannot pull myself
together
u  n  t  i  l
i have complete ly
f a
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:: 10-28-2014 ::


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 ::


AND I’D CRY

AND i’d cry
if my last tear
hadn’t died
falling for you

:: 10-27-2014 ::


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 ::


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 ::