Disheveled
mind, running heart
and dimmed eyes,
I once loved
a beautiful soul
who became
my life only to fold
and crease
my heart squared neatly:
Her lips spoke without
words and mine too,
like dying petals in
a dark hailstorm!
I saw within her eyes
a thank you
and then the spark gone!
and the hell storm
never ceased;
tearing petals from
all the world’s flowers!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
O that tender
little time!
to wish it more
as long as
the greatest
shore!
That was
cleansed by love
and removed all
gloom and pain
and remaining,
the tears
of all mothers
and fathers
weeping holding
the seashell
voices of baby
songs
O what little time
no more than
thimble that we
make miracle!
and for me! I
keep my seashell
upon the shore
of that greatest
ocean called forever!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
a sense of doubt!
those bent smiles
of privileged nothing!
imitating life
when i buried them,
their faces frowned
but the beautiful song
of not knowing life!
I am too strong
for regretting
the battle won!
:: 02-17-2015 ::
i walk the meadows lovingly
and today chanced upon
a feeling!
and my feet left mortal
ground to fly away!
toward the skies and
love i chased!
was you, oh! always you!
affection mirrored
in that morning dew
allegiance like the hills
and passion, the river
that never remains still!
that love i chased
always devotion,
it be at least like
nature but so more
like you!
:: 02-19-2015 ::
and dark love’s two lips
kissed me, the first
kiss, a make-believe
between two hearts;
she-do she-do
i was so sure!
until i cut my soul
upon her thorn-heart
a wasp-body at noon
stung a shattered cup!
the bud hung upon
a dried crying hand
and two eyes drowned
the shattered cup
spelling pain!
:: 02-15-2015 ::
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart. i keep my soul
behind the door to my closet,
is all i ever knew and
safely tucked away behind
that door my heart;
near the shoes by the soul
below the pants and within
the corner of my weeping eyes
i hide my heart.
my closet is the closest thing
to my heart.
:: 02-16-2015 ::
i like it when you whisper
and the world in hushed lips
fallingly desires more.
that you sing while speak,
all within my own heart.
i too fall within you
filled within my soul
you and mine within yours.
i like it when you whisper
and the world wishes too!
to know what madly
soaring hearts say when
the sun sleeps and angels
snore; i too fall within you
you are a part of my soul.
i’d like for you to stay forever!
mostly i like it when you whisper
love within my heart side-by-side
at night within our spooned bed
and the moon smiles and falling
stars wish they had one as you
i like it when you whisper to me.
–//–
IF like fields in spring
when mostly likeLove comes
and I were not present
like most times
And almost-Mostly scarcely here
should I-I could stand abroad
On golden fields to the plenty
;bounty, colors of nature’s kiss
-ing me Is a petite lip
with broad smile!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
i am so thankfully
nothing; once
thinking more
than life was i!
but to walk steps
made of life;
a birth and ex-
pectations schooled
the temperament
of my elements
and now so freed!
and thankfully
i think no more
but live this life!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
little be my Soul
what thoughts
do bring joy
a misfit my heart
that tripping
-forgiving debt
of my strange life!
To swear i saw
the cosmos
within your eyes
this i keep
to myself!
the little-Be Soul
of my tragic heart
and Poets Know;
Life is but an Art!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
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