Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Now to rear
my ugly head
and all the thoughts
contained therein
so many fantasies
all beyond reality
I have known alien,
incubus, and life
spoken for the dead
and those on the way
mysteries revealed
and some contained
I have seen all:
murder, rape, death,
incest, and most of all
disregard for true love
I have no expectation
from those that read
only that they hear
and if they remain
mute, so be it…
let life sort it out
if not, then death
surely will
:: 03-05-2014 ::
I shall not speak of God
the minions are feverish
and locked and stocked
nor shall I refer a politician
money, power, and position
keeps the palm-soul filthy
but I shall sing of that love
so true and pure and blissful
that days to come shall know
here resides a spirit worthy
:: 03-14-2014 ::
TIME only abides those souls
who try to keep hell below
baby footsteps walk above
and clouds float and taste
a lick of love and passion
no hell or war to imagine
and society will follow
waiting for a voice we say
but our spirits sing today
ocean shells speak the name
it’s easy to hear just try
not a human word but more
it’s love without a name
:: 03-13-2014 ::
My heart aches — fossil time
a secret kept close —
beneath breastbone
no macabre dear
easy one this day
but a fact parlayed
in truth today
i am crushed
in realization now
that not one but two women dead
who passed a long ago — past time
that my heart finds deep love
who wishes to know i ask!?
and for what reason compels you
oh! Dickinson and Browning
is polygamy accepted in heaven?
only cupid knows yet…
:: 03/13-2014 ::
NOTHING ever listens
but hearts sing
and smiles glisten
and souls believe
life is a red color
And who am I dear
not a one to fit
in any clothing
and my skin cries
wish to give it back
and i would sing
in a rain without doubt
so easy to say to you
that i believe in you
everyday — not for me
but for the world…
and listen to me now
that i would be alone
if not for the love
and smiles you give me
:: 03-13-2014 ::
tender
FEELING
squeeze box
love
TRAGIC meaning
glisten
hush lips now
watch
LIFE move
tip-toe
tulips
what life
BEGIN-ends
end-begins
:: 03-13-2014 ::
BONE pure and strong
winds feed my wings
a heart tender-string
bleach dreams swim
My life —
it is my own?
then my butler
— death
and dirt so lovingly friend
bury, or wind carry me
to my imaginal realm
between my dreams and stars
:: 03-13-2014 ::
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for a man
and the council
those pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak near
the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along tomorrow
today the gift is given
softly we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
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