My sick dark lover
I did not mean to kill you
when you — a hungry soul
placed your sharp iron fangs
into my immortal neck
I forgot to tell you
I am the fallen angel
that ‘Father of vampires’
and you — beautiful soul
over-dosed on pure
angelic blood…
: 07-05-2014 :.
WE all sleep as children
a solemn belief of night
the majesty of our life
a twilight kingdom
and I love you my dreamer
who comfort my empty life
:: 07-03-2014 ::
blew, the wind! Again!
a splash of rolling red
across the hill unto
an empty toad (road)
the bleeding Rose of red
a tumble turned twist
until she rest before
the toes of my heart
— perfectly painted
manicured toes
my princess —
soon, my heart! Wins!
:: 07-03-2014 ::
I kiss delightedly tender
crisp promise lips
the softly rose my-budding
flower petal [excites me]
and forgive my confusion
the tongue lost in promise
a greatest ever evening!
My wife and forever lover
Two rivers bled into one
Today is an eternal Forever
:: 07-04-2014 ::
I wrote a novel
tonight for you
and if I ever said
how much I love
the woman you are
it’s within this book
and I die believing
the word I wrote
It has a single word
and if ever someone
gave you anything
I want this book
to say it all:
The word is LOVE
and it is all forever
my novel for you
:: 07-04-2014 ::
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
I have a lover who runs
away f r. O m my own
the ink bled so she runs
my reposed prose dead
but her. A quick feet contains
the voice I have somewhere
in my cellar brain attic heart
I touched her skirt tonight
to morrow I feel her breast
and rip out her letter-mind
I shall eat her until she cums
(Comes) inside my factory wordsmith
–> heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
Wet Fall morning spiral
puddle love death step
I saw a wolf give birth
a lamb with fangs too
Her name was Emily
she walked with prose
and I love leaves falling
The earth my paper book
a jutting branch my pen
and river my wet deep ink
My Emily she is Queen
a golden rainbow meets
my heart string stuck wall
and she drives my dream
carriage wheels spinning
white gown garden secrets
It. blew my mind last night
when she said to me:
‘I could not stop for death..’
So I ate her soul and now
she lives within my heart
:: 07-03-2014 ::
IF you show me your heart
I should know your country
I have no need for rail
or journey by carriage
for you have shown me
your land of lovely life
it is my destination
and no boundary line
save the one you give
my heart’s permission
my travels are lovely
one for the soul that
awaits your heart!
:: 07-04-2014 ::
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