by-
silver waving glass
of ocean ||
you called wet love
?
dancing skirt
flinging flowers
all from hair
all in
m e
-o
uch of an if
& your skin eating
all the light beams
of a horny moon
who is she
no other like
more than I should know
she is more dream than
what more becomes
the true soul-mate
:: 06-29-2015 ::
SOME! To, as by the DEAD
never the golden chest
of a fragile skin for wintry
winds of deepest space!
And by the dead we rest
when time takes our skin
mostly all saved for the few:
who makes the universe!
All in her beauty!
Minds! And words!
And art! And humanity!
THE INDESCRIBABLE
LOVE OF ALL is
THE ZERO of ETERNAL
B E A U T Y
is life 1.61
:: 06-23-2015 ::
WHEN TIME BEGGED FORGIVENESS
JUST a worn pencil
and my heart
on paper wet by tears!
Dear who knew time
was that thief
that took youth away!
That we accept unwillingly
a cyclical passage of
humanity known as life:
which I refuse by all my heart
Love is unperturbed by time
and never ages, dear.
So, my love for you that timeless
stone you hold within your hand
Keep it near, it is all of me
my loving One!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
IF pears compare
to apples smile
then fruit is key;
the orchid of hearts!
And if rivers roar
like stone’s ashore
then water is rock
and time, smooth
My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!
The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!
:: ~ ::
AND so my love shall we be
the wings of a butterfly
dipping nectar -see?
Shall we gather nuts
as the squirrel does
before wintery days?
I wish — may I?
To be the crashing waves
of any shoreline!
Or the dew so heavy
it collapses the leaf
of a morning break!
So, love, what shall we
be? Doves? To spread
our wings upon the hope
of peace — yes, dear.
That is us!
:: – ::
THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
FEELING telling DYing yelling
screaming painful words my love
I should banish my tongue dear
The world and love would praise this
feat I cannot bear
;I am the fear
that adores you
The hidden heart
of a broken soul
So love me and
especially hate
the little spot
I possess called
fear; I kiss you
a million hearts
//my enduring lover
:: 06-20-2015 ::
drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart
To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!
to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
THE moon pies in your mouth make sweeter
kisses as you lose weight
and you said, “Art, let’s go to the
museum, I wanna hang you on the wall
cause I need to criticize you then leave
you for the other critics of life”
And like the gills and fins of
dying creatures called poets;
fishing for all the right words
so relaxing to bait another hook
with syntax by the ocean eating me
I wear the language necklace of hearts
within a never-existed lesson in love
:: 06-17-2015 ::
THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
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