Category Archives: Passion
baby eye — so sad and quiet
you sit there in a bundle
and i can hear your breathing
and what heart beats there
a honey-soul to be loved
or one that conquerors
I sat beneath a tree
when i carried you there
and prayed to God
let this one be great
and move hearts —
a ladybug kissed me
I fell into a sleep
and watched your words
and that pen wrote
beautiful poetry too
tears of both sides
that coin always spinning
baby eye — so sad and quiet
your feet pink and tiny too
and those angel-lips pouty
what words will you write
another language angelic script
the first word — coo
so beautiful like the wind
so true like summer colors
a kiss from you is heaven
so i sit here beneath the tree
and kiss the heavens in bliss
its your true colors and words
:: 04-15-2014 ::
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i tripped across
your ruby shoe
my clumsiness
begged forgiveness
and into that lush
bed of hopeful flowers
i tripped again
your blossom cherries
into heaven that purpose
faith is that forgiveness
and into that paradise
hand-in-hand we walked
:: 04-15-2014 ::
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How do I live tomorrow
when today you gave me
a death bed reprise
you said I was gone
but my heart beats
it beats for you
today I gave you
I gave you my heart
I could count the seconds
but this night comes
and I’m sure you
you have a path
to burn our love
So I have no choice
daddy told me about you
said blues come
and sad days pass
so I’m moving along
I’m a girl who knows
lonely tears falling
and I never went wrong
and my arms are not
meant for the kind
like you who burns
dreams and fields
the birds are singing
and what are they saying
they’re saying girl
The angels cried
when you were born
and the Earth received
received a one like you
The heavens they cried
Girl there’s no one
No one…no one like you
Nothing compares to you
So I walk a lonely road
gravel and moss trees
but I still dream of you
and nothing compares to you
:: 04-14-2014 ::
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AND when you read
the note card
what feelings
speak to you
is it the love
or maybe the ink
did he speak to you
in a voice
that you knew
was it a true night
and did your space
twirl around girl
or was it your shoes
high heels tipsy
or a dream you wished
and only made true
listen to me now
would you rather
be alone or ravished
by false beliefs
Or is it true —
love isn’t so clear
Girl make a decision
let your heart show you
truth — follow the stars
look up they will show you
:: 04-14-2014 ::
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I was the perfect
appliance for you
fitting so nicely
between your stove
and kitchen sink
I saved you time
and cooked dreams
a perfect buddy
I wiped your tears
when your apron
hugged too tight
I reminded you
of a promise
your tears soaked
into the stonework
and my song
killed the moment
when I sang it…
I am a dream
in your brain
a domestic fear
you have to run
a perfect dream
so special dear
you run from me
I promise dear
a warranty too
our secret washes
and cycles heat
leave no stains
just lemmon bright
I save you time
a special moment
when life holds you
and role models die
but sweetheart hear
that you are perfect
you are a dream
more than he knows
you’re fucking special
so fucking special
you are a dream girl
and i love you so much
:: 04-14-2014 ::
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weird PEOPLE watching
defenseless dreaming
knowing my weakness
carefully retreating
I am just a piece
of angel meat wishing
to fall back into my
soft heaven birth trap
A perfect costly costume
high heels and gloss lips
but zombies love decay
and my heart is a dead
fish swimming when dead
I saw the salmon run
dead gill fish moving
Mother nature so cold
but your hug is warm
and tree and animal love
the strength you exude
Love me strong female
show us girls what to do
we bleed across horizons
and days and years too
ageless pain and suffer
for life and nature too
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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THUMB SUCKER
DEEP thinker — you
when you woke up
today a thumb stuck
inside your brain
where’s the sane
sane people walking
a lemon peal shoe
tardy thoughts too
And I saw you today
a red dress blue lips
hair dancing windy
pouty smile bites me
Today I woke up sucking
sucking a thumb too
and my thumb hurts
swollen pleasure smile
In my hand I hold you
dragon flies wingless
alligators swamp land
white skin blue eyes
Every sucking thought
I think of you
every diving dream
I swim to you
and everything…
everything sucks
and my thumb hurts
God hurts my hand
My sucking thumb
and lips are sore
sucking life
and wanting more
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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What rivers I cry
blue veins I swim
one upon your eye
backstroke into dreams
a vision burns there
and the angels blew
a kiss that moves
mountains and storks
baby breath paints
pink flamingos dance
a ghost in the closet
panhandled my pocket
i coughed up a heart
so bruised and purple
the medics applied candy
and sugar lips too
I’m crying! Crying!
Madness dance geeks
and tortoise princess
A smell of summer dress
and that skin so ghost
Emily you ran away
before I was born
My joker – feminine spirit
I know where you are
ingrained within my soul
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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I shed my tears
and night skin
that moon too
and all along
lonely voices
sing to me
“You filthy child
born of poverty
what good are you”
I hung my head
and shoved along
followed my tears
gutters love pity
but angels sang
“lovely one, child…”
Oh, love come soon!
a gentle hand is good
but the eye of pity
burns through my soul!
I am a little boy
and children hurt too
I wither in denial
and alone, what are tears
if my love is ignored
what is a poor child to do
if my smiles are ignored
humanity has many hearts…
one to love
another to hate
then again —
the killer is you
and my blood
drips from your hands
Oh, love deny
the beasts in life
and gather here
within my lonely heart
a kiss from heaven
mother-love come soon
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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TODAY I saw creation
in that act of submission
with my human hands
a crafted answer
— did I do
not of God-breath
or cosmic fire-brew
but through a passion
deeply–passion dew
my works of art, live!
a life longer than my own
my love, to you I give
what is love if not art
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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