THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
procession and funeral.
Like the barren field
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of a broken heart.
Sorrow does drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
Category Archives: Pain
THEY DROP AS BY THE DEAD
MARY MADE MODERN PROMETHEUS
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
MARY MADE MODERN PROMETHEUS
There you were, locked
in a wintry summer
that long cold
volcanic winter
by Mount Tambora
eruption
You spewed German
ghost stories
by German-French tongue
Your th ou ghts
fragmented
by the silky touch
of cold
a kiss from abyss
to heart
And you, Mary!
Born the Modern Prometheus!
And what say you, maker!
Mot of the clay of monster
but the soul within!?!
A brilliant mind of prose
Imagination beyond the horror
you created that day
A literary monster itself!
No thing that dispose!
:: 08-21-2014 ::
GreatNothing
LOVER, my step
/broken\
Falling-feel near your
furnaceSoul …
I [just me] dirt,dear
And I died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
I denied my dirty HandHeart
I [me] am no thing AND
bow to a GreatNothing
that eats me [i] should
can [did]die<denying>
a fumbling mumbling
emberWish “I love you…”
:: 08-06-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 97
I whisper feather-felt
tongue beneath the shadow,
treading gently, as I go
my soul, the bleeding heart.
In all bright-fairness gentle
womanHeart with golden hair,
a tarnished life stone I am
Fallen golden dustBin life
Lilac-like, bending, tending
to the winds,
the roots too deep to blow
my soul away across the field
:: 08-05-2014 ::
THRONE OF BLISS
In the dark of day
a sunlight of burning
I paid a price for life
this I did — today
She took my pocket
so full of heart
and said today
“Tis the price of love”
I had no pennies
just a hope
that priceless
throne of bliss
Today I paid
a debt of faith
in the dark of day
I paid a price for life
:: 07-21-2014 ::
IF I SHOULD SEE
If I should see, what saw in me-see
unbearable pleasures fall
b
a
c
k
-wards d
o
w
n
below death’s stairs | + |
No gentle hand sworn in life
that mental sands born!
an unbearable strife-pyre
built for this Nation of None
i walk in my fire with heart
in
hand
:: 07-19-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 087
OH what desire my soul-partner is today
always today as any day forever
(I hope she stays) that fire
On the wet walk of life she still burns
through life’s ice ages and tsunamis
and that broken ageless disaster
— a falling out of fantasy from
time – to – time (it comes)
I desire she admits our desire acquits
the crime of lust and love and anger
bit my tongue and I bled she kissed
(drank it) and filled our hearts
The red rose in the room smelled
assault of heart and love-fought
The bee queen saved her delicate sting
I sucked it and savored her tips
Honey is a golden soul that drips
s l o w l y upon my broken knees
Her running rain across my ancient
nameless country of man-chest
she climbed the peak and pierced
herself upon the snow-gods of lust
Springtime flooded the valley down
where sweet little souls grow
And I, oh you, we go picking berries
figural of hearts we touch-pluck
and squeeze between our canine teeth
beauty bleeds sweetly when in love
:: 07-17-2014 ::
YOUR GRINNING DOLLS
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth
: 07-16-2014 ::
SALT IN THE SOUL
WHAT good is a heart
that lives a lonely life?
I say I saw love one day
through a rain-pelted window
She looked lost in her soul
and he had a sailor’s gaze
across a long ocean of salt
a ship wrecked romance
leviathan devoured their souls
flotsam and jetsam blood
I could never be your sea
I bellow sail winds across bow
and my land is there dear love
across your deep sea death
I love a journey with firm land
my destiny is a beach at a sea
and my toes in the hot sands
not death in deep watery cold
So sail away lovely sweet go
:: 7-16-2014 ::
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