Category Archives: #love

as a young boy i was hungry
so skinny & although my Life
was so sad I laughed.
I saw all my closest family
scramble to eat just for a day
more — i , a boy, saw devastation
,looking into every man they turned
on. every cup i drank was more
than a smoke: but every man who
made my mother, sisters and me feel
so damn cheap — i shall read a paper
with large holes — called 666 — the
news of the world — she died.

: 07.08.020 ::


xx

x

=good NIGHT
mine — for
eternity: your
my oh mine baby
and shall always
be -upon everything
i shall ever own –eternity
and we we be long
together you rich lips
belong to me only for eternity
: all eternity — i swear to
God & eVERYthing i ever own
alone just together for
eternity.

:: 07.08.2020 ::


PONTIUS PILATE

PONTIUS PILATE

ANCIENT land
old ancient tongue
(mysteries unrevealed)
hate my longevity
hate my Heart
An old man hauling sand
asked me a for a coin
of a Roman figurehead — Pontius Pilate!
your part of the Crucifixion
was marked not only in Human history
but within the Celestial Heavens
the summer cooks grass
and life — history cooked all those
who were too blind! Mad! Mad!
Ancient Land – 2020 now —
crazy hearts crazy Souls
unhinged — too (haaaaaa!) Blind!
Mad! Mad!

:: 07.08.2020 ::


EYES WISH TO CRY

Eyes wish to cry
but they have l e f t
me
alone and unfocused;
are the days of a bleeding soul
are the long days filled with
absolute Horror is my life:
struggling to breath
biting at the fabric of space-time
Life knowing how hard it is to leave
the flesh, blood & bones. Is my life.
My own horror.

:: 07.08.2020 ::


B A M C L A C K – S A H – D A M N

Bam clack-sah-damn
oh Cecilia
my heart is breaking
until you
(Bam clack-sah-damn)
save me so begging you
oh-oh…
make a new type of Art
just for you if only
you come back to my head
& my heart
oh Cecilia
Bam clack-sah-damn!

:07.08.2080 ::


THE WORLD OF POETRY IS WEAK

ALL smiles chill inside as streets scream asphalt
dark — shimmering vials so broken/hearts\
smiles so croquet leave behind time:
a need for sophisticated
selection mystifying –> all we know/ fingers lightly
upon ivory keys and my heart upon the minor
tones of a fugue
— tongue.
eating desert sand tasting heaven’s ceilings above
who have ever died in dirt and exploded above
dangerous clouds — everything human.
As if hearts dwell in solitude–Oh, does your
phosphorus heart light the em-pty crests of desert
sands while digging bruised, lifted, spreading
trees of i stretch them in the air –?
My bloody hands, reads from the book of Poverty
and Death — hooks within a gapping mouth of God
— cannot utter words nor sound nor breath, nor kiss,
is love and love within its finest moments
before death.

which shapes existence and within subtle curves
and ever must — the mystic homeless One.

:: 07.07.2020 ::


SWIFT RUSHING FLOOD

WHILE tears DROP     inside
the cavern of m\y heart
   perform no miracles
for me,  but sun justify
laws to me which, as years
and elders of generations
pass on by —
   all soundlessly unfold
within a tall unforgiving house
   unfold, was one who arose from
this feast and so went forth —
   
    WANDERING IN DISTANT LANDS

 BECAUSE a voice from somewhere far
off in the East (ooh) spot which sought
  a great congregation extinguish my eyes
,
 i am blind.  and children scream, ”
trying to find you…”  
      where stands the great Church
which memory forget.”  

  Oh yellow desert stream in within
deep nights i dig for you, O  Treasure!

:: 07.07.2020 ::


LUNA IS HERE SHINNING HER LIGHT

Her glance glows & lingers of otherwise
beating feelings within her Breasts
Oh if and of her soft pure thighs
blind y o u within her grace,
nor,
nature or voice of human speaks
only one of this thing to unwieldy the
arch whence issues a new emotion.
Nor could a stark and stunted
root display her youthful vibrancy
beneath the shoulders of Life,
no, not speak as we within the fur
upon a beast of prey, nor speak forth from
their lines like a Soul of Life —
these memories of youth for youth
and older Souls to remember :
we live life in circles that grow wide

and endlessly unroll.

:: 07.06.2020 ::


MUD & PEOPLE

i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
within dripping tears
No, not a monster or sunshine
at dark — so such our mouths
sing, “we know things so wrong”
just like everyone else…
i used a brush upon an ancient
rock to remove the ages of tears
revealing Summer when this
ancient town died : and n0w \
feeling love. Within a moment
we kissed and hugged at home —
then we died.
i am not the mud not the footprint
of ancient man but a shinning lit
point of a forming light
c r y i n g for anything to remember
we were once alive and living
as a people.

:: 07.06.2020 ::


A THOUGHT I MADE

i had a Thought i made it a, “She”
and loved my Thought-Girl
love my Thought-Girl…
i & n o w wonder — thinking thoughts
all by myself to wonder and long
for my Thought-Girl: where can she
be /oh you..]?
i had a Thought
i made it a girl
and she left me/so now i hate thoughts\
but feelings are me.
oh feelings oh bye thoughts!

:: 07.05.2020 ::