i have a dry heart without color
— and watch me go.
i am the beggar on the street
begging for a soul,
watching how beautiful people go.
i see a row of living flowers
all colors but never turning black.
i see how your sun-dress flows,
and i see a line of lovers
some turn their heads.
i am always besides myself
waiting for you through the door
watching the doorknob turn.
i say my lungs are blue and if I
open my eyes what shall i see.
I see a door so painted black
and wish you’d turn your head
and listen to the words of my soul.
a heart so full of colors and flowers
that will never turn black,
looking inside myself i see ribs
that shall never turn black
facing facts — i see a blue-jay too
looking for her nest and my love
laughs with me and I see a black door
with no doorknob and see how love goes
by and I still turn my head
wishing love to visit my soul

uh huh hmm…uh huh hmm…turning black
she turns her head and fills my
darkest black //

:: 10142015 ::

TO the beautiful woman
in blue and white
apple-bite smiles
,butterfly lash.
From far flung lands
of beaches so white
a California delight
your smile caught
in perpetual light
I devour the pearl
of your eyes,
slend kiss-finger
let me embrace the rays
of your eternal fire!

:: ~~ ::

Yearning, crying, waiting
I was hoping I could
try, year, and wait
and my eyes keep on
falling tears waiting
yearning and crying
trying — so I’m
waiting just for you!
So, in hoping cause
you’re the one I love
why, crying all night long
wishing someday soon
something changes so
you’ll be all just mine
and thank God I’m
alive just for you!

:: ~~ ::

WHAT majesty does beauty born
when natural acts become love
lest pain or fear for these,none!

Invite such love and light
and confuse not between past and fear!
Let bloom both love and light
Come…
I say live
away from those weak shadows.

:: ~~ ::