windy blue-waking babies
sleepy cotton too
?kissing
pillow
–smell
loving eternal something
life from me,
my womb-be!
howNow barren field
a bountiful crop
my farmer and me
rocking upon
summer dream-drench
country porch his
hand within my heart
my heart within his
:: 11-01-2014 ::
“i am ugly but i dream”
said the toad.
“And I am wings,
but just butterfly”
said the forest princess.
And the dream with wings
flew toward the morning glory,
and all her dew;
and nothing could deny
the forest bloomed
in a marriage of
hope and despair!
:: 10-28-2014 :
MY lost, my little life!
Before sunrise
a death sat __
my belly once full
now defeated!
A cruel birth.
Me: an invisible
mother whose
swollen hearts
ache to feed!
Your mouth —
my heart,
I wish to feed,
but only bleed!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
orange-yellow
as though-through
glass flower,
what pull on me
a delicate but
dangerous power!
and your love
that attracts
my worst,
corrupts my best!
‘what true man wants,
two things…’
said Nietzsche;
danger and play!
and nature, smug
and smart as hell,
cultivated your curves
that all men dream
and car-crash love,
soon across the way
below dead man’s curve
and through —
orange-yellow
glass flower
:: 10-11-2014 ::
I, my love–> err, too!
the dream! dreaming soothes
seemingly! time choose;
luster0rough and dry
and blue (who knew),
one last green wishing
parchment paper stained,
tearing tearing years
that touch yellow-gray
my heart so violet!
smelling wombDirt
in casted SunBlue,
chasing grayClouds
umbeled by beeBe too!
And goldenDisc rim-breasts
pathetic InkStain Paper
rejoicing in your Grace
The ballerina of mySoul
:: 10-09-2014 ::
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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