THE lie so gel and tick
centuries upon centuries
a timeless tatoo upon soul
we were lost in that time
who we are so goddamn grand
but those Ones who watch
afraid of our very souls
at their touch could erase all
the contempt for that source
of war and faminine and death
i am no longer human but animal
cornered and challenged to a point
i shall risk all to gain what lost
:: 03-22-2014 ::
in truth i wish to throw up
the viral mess of insanity
and my belly turns and ache
what strange magic changed
the now and here into strange
i hate the people who walk
talk and text and do-sickness
and that latte too — break
i wish for human truth now
and should die soon if not
:: 03-22-2014 ::
YOUR face image
a soul memory came leaping seeping
a thunder bolt struck
me and burned
solid resolve
seeking solace in a flower
or a fragrance for the soul
no lover loved as my soul do
a cost above the fray of human-all
whirl dizzy soft doe-eye sees
a meadow wet in soft bed drop-tears
gently walking no twig broken do
that heart so strong and love beyond
soar
Soar
i met my Maker too
fallen stars also have
dear lover
How crazy I flew just to impress you
a human flaw
and my license — love above all
against tides that erode simple pleasure
and jump-start death
arrest life
No! Sweet lips
love is the reason
for all
:: 03-22-2014 ::
i
My sorrow surrounds me today
It is not a garment I wear
but a thing that sticks to me
Weep I do to one day leave it
ii
No, i do not dwell in sorrow
dear, i grab life and love
each time it my way passes
but my fingers are tired
iii
it is not a thing of flesh
but more-so a breath of air
and her scent is nature
to me she is Mother Nature
iv
What poem could i share
mere words of love and joy
but these are of fire-pain
run far-hide from my stanzas
v
but if the seven wonders come
and you should match them all
and if blood and fear is no thing
then my heart is yours forever
vi
a whisper escapes my spirit
my soul could not dare say
but i believe in you much so
it’s not of pain and fear
:: 03-21-2014 ::
The morning sees a day of light
a crescendo of movement my love
and what we say today echoes
into that heart and space-time
we are not privileged to live
it is a gift and not a right
a rented soul-cage are we all
no script given above living
so we move and walk and talk
and give and take and squawk
the negative takes but know
the giving gives more-so dear
therefore do not let flesh
overrule the day — Amen
but that beating heart give
more than you take in life
:: 03-21-2014 ::
Ah, those wing-tip shoes
a hipster attitude to boot
an unreliable man-animal too
I walk the footsteps you choose
dinosaurs walked them too
but a real man — fragile yes
I am unreliable but undeniable
I am a whisper upon your heart
a feather-tickle on your soul
take-me-break-me-make-me baby
I am here for you and only you
and the mighty dinosaurs
will finally rest this day
:: 03-17-2014 ::
I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad
:: 03-17-2014 ::
HAVE you heard the song
one without notes —
but sang with word
a rhythm heaven bird
and wings that stanza
this shook-shock sway
my bearing and house
a mini-death many times
the nest dances and egg
a birth of word and say-song
:: 03-14-2014 ::
TIME only abides those souls
who try to keep hell below
baby footsteps walk above
and clouds float and taste
a lick of love and passion
no hell or war to imagine
and society will follow
waiting for a voice we say
but our spirits sing today
ocean shells speak the name
it’s easy to hear just try
not a human word but more
it’s love without a name
:: 03-13-2014 ::
My heart aches — fossil time
a secret kept close —
beneath breastbone
no macabre dear
easy one this day
but a fact parlayed
in truth today
i am crushed
in realization now
that not one but two women dead
who passed a long ago — past time
that my heart finds deep love
who wishes to know i ask!?
and for what reason compels you
oh! Dickinson and Browning
is polygamy accepted in heaven?
only cupid knows yet…
:: 03/13-2014 ::
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