I wrote a novel
tonight for you
and if I ever said
how much I love
the woman you are
it’s within this book
and I die believing
the word I wrote
It has a single word
and if ever someone
gave you anything
I want this book
to say it all:
The word is LOVE
and it is all forever
my novel for you
:: 07-04-2014 ::
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
I died For you
I lied when I said
I died for you
and loved you
instead of death
I lied for that love
and cried for you
that when I died
when I could not
lay with you
so I died and died
and lied
when I said
I died. For you
men are little boys
wishing for mother
:: 06-18-2014 ::
I did it! I stole the light
That child I am — so
[lay] I did for me
and myself cried
did you feel the river?
I fed it my happy tears
and my child-me ran
we did! Upon the fields
of our-my dreams
and life smelled
like laundry clothed
wind-swept dried souls
: 06-20-2014::
that it is — at night’s mawning
through overpast daze
berated spirit leaving —
that suncrest hope on cuts
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul
that love, too, my longing
:: 06-11-2024 ::
MY heavy silent voice
the lush lust flesh
a lost paradise
the war that tore
centuries of Nation
my beautiful one
I die(d) many times
and here I stand
firmly attesting love
and await you — love
forEVER through time
I ate my sanity save
my love which keeps me
— my heavy silent voice
:: 06-10-2014 ::
I can’t tell you how to live
but I know what dying is like
and can say take each day
and hold it like your child.
kiss it, love it and never let go
:: 05-27-2014 ::
IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
my little one! my little one!
where have you gone?
beneath the little bed —
perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
my little one! hide and seek
is your favorite game —
but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
life has given you the key
to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
my litle-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you —
all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide
beneath the bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
my tear swell
sadly feels
such —
barrenness
an empty well
— my spirit shell
a gift for free!
‘my inner light’
for the world
to believe-see
:: 05-05-2014 ::
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