and still i get by
as long as i have you
when the one i love
tells me sweet lies
i get by with you
as long as i have you
i won’t complain
i may wish (like i care)
if you kiss me wishing
me all of yours
there getting by
is all i ask of life
and still i get by
as long as i have you!
:: 08-22-2015 ::
We should live in shades of children
and I could if the fears took control
I would say my dear/fear is a candy cane
a famous macabre novel of Mary Shelby
and who is the monster and lover?
I confess…I love candy canes
And if you should hear my mind
what a wonderful journey of love
it’s a cable show of famous hearts
and I would never be satisfied
I hate selling my children
like a paperback novel (so cheap
like cyanide)
each word a poor soul
a chapter of death
and stanza’s too
just a thought of love
and pauper’s breath
a heartache of lovers
And if I should cry
what heavens too dear!
a macabre life I’m living
And if you should love
I could believe — like oak
a sturdy forest of green
My movie queen of lust
So I dream and wish upon
a confession of a word
and heroes survive ending credits
but do they save their woman?
I would give you
a walk-away star
in your purse
and a kiss birth
as you walk in life
and we live shades
of children…
:: 07-21-2014 ::
i broke my arms fighting summer
to never leave me
smiling was never the color
of this sky’s eyes bleeding which i ate
dreaming beneath this oak tree
wishing –>wished my breath
was mother nature’s weakness
then maybe whether or not
weather or naught my love’s passion
could have brought
nut meg and red roses in
wintery white-days//i adore
yourself and simply there are
no words to describe you:
but feelings are perfect
knowing you ~~ a perfect kiss
is still a kiss//a kiss still
a kiss
:: 08-22-2015 ::
Glass windows sun-sparkled smiles
Sunday stroll through city streets
leashed dogs white and pink pumps
strollers a’ cooing babies
this is the life of the fifties
Come take my hand
where we go no one knows!
Come take my heart
where we go cupid knows!
oh me, oh my! silently little
blue frog in the corner
of a soda shop (beaten terribly
by shoes across the walk)
feeling how your voyage is from
a NeverWhere to now(brusied)
to see such a lost little thing
wishes i send packaged in hugs
confetti-bursting kisses all upon
you! And everyday seems a little
longer — love a bit stronger;
for true love to come from me
little blue frog in a silent corner
i am a bit like you wishing love
sending flies your way little lover
and come what may — a true love?
glass windows sun-sparkle smiles
on Sunday stroll through city streets
surely love will come our way
:: 08-28-2015 ::
IN all of my wishes
there are just dreams
of all those kisses
wishing we are one
missing bridges built
by lonely hearts
If you must remember
remember this;
a heart has wings
it must fly and so
i wish towards you
and if i could sigh
from a heavy heart
full of passion
and two hearts as one
i say all my wishes
were more than just
dreams
:: 08-28-2015 ::
Be still while
I kiss you
when like morning
brings that sun
Be still my lover
like the grand butterfly
sitting still for nectar
My heart is there with you
all of it and me
:: 08-22-2015 ::
BEEN eating ‘mean’ all day
my teeth are loose
the last thing i did was
punch the woman who laid
the golden eggs but i’m the goose
it’s the Mississippi River Fever and i
fear i’m ten miles down the river
caught in a watery noose
and the Lord
can’t help me cause
i’m in the delta blue death trap day
just waiting for that southern moon
it’s so heavy upon the moss and moving
things without no name to come take me
so take me away cause all my teeth are
gone cause i caught this fever called
the ‘Delta Blue Death Trap Day’
Lord come and take me away been
eating ‘mean’ all day and i wanna
rest in that mud of the Mighty
Mississippi River
:: 08-10-2015 ::
To the One i have never met
who walks silently calmly
in the mist of clouds
my regrets
in the night of life
who many have lived
entirely alone with self
and that is all best in
dreams of mind and heart
i now know life is sweetly
dressed in dreams like you
which heaven has denied me
for her best reasons
my immortal love
someday some life
i shall eventually meet!
:: 08-08-2015 ::
LETTER III
Him To Her
IF a cloud becomes to large who moves it
to cry it’s nurturing tears upon the land?
And if a spiritual power is like a lover
then lovers are in the best company who
wear clothes called human skin!
Surely no sensible man would think a letter
written to you would coincidentally fall
upon your hands (without design) by a mutual
friend; each word i spoke in ink i try
to move away from any awakening
of our past misfortunes. Your nights are
lovely and quietly whispering of human
love; yet my passion has been under restraint
as thoughts in a bird cage wishing free air
to fly. Yet, i feel my passion makes me
sensible to its impressions and as the
caged bird as is my love for you i begin
to persuade my spirit it is a superfluous
trouble to break free my emotions for you.
i awoke this morning to a bright sun which
greeted me and then my heart which did shone
brightly casting shadows of doubt about
this love you embrace for evenings.
Let us share them? We can write things
in this night and sing and love another!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
LETTER II
Her to Him
THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.
i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
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