Category Archives: #peotry

THE BODY OF MY INFINITE LOVE

WHERE love stood i was hiding
(beneath the briar within
the wilderness)
And my heart was that cloud
safely looking toward the
soft soil of our commitment.

I was the body: hid beneath
a tunnel and the light of love
flew — fled from me, and this
night has never seen sun nor
skin or lips kissing as ours
did that time I died.

This body of my woman; the
essence of romantic poetry and
your voice higher beauty
than angelic voice!
This written in deepest despair;
my thirst, my untethered desire,
my heavy load in this life!
My eternal ache,and I hear the
river of life — where this
infinite thirst does flow!

:: 11-18-2017 ::


WITHIN MY HEAD

WITHIN MY head
all alone
within my heart
i bleed.

Then again,
we dream to
live and die
all over again.

IN all the world
and universe
we scream again
singing screaming

IN all my life
i never knew a
voice like ours
you hold my cold hand

and so we go so far
so far away
so far so far away
it leaves the living
cold and somewhat dead.

and the weak and begging
ask for a handout
and say it’s been so far
and long since I’ve know
kind love.

:: 11-03-2017 ::


WHEN YOU SAY VAGINA YOU MEAN, ‘VULVA’

THE little tree is life
the mouths of first born
man and woman say:

“I don’t care — I(can’t
)won’t so go away go away
–> so i am he has you
are we and we are together:
see how they run from spirit
–>so we die.
Sitting upon a
rock with burning sun in a
smiling walrus face and so
pretty are the Souls ; crying.

Pulled up to a TigerMart
searching cigarettes and
black tongue tar pit lips:
Left my .357 inside my Mind
and asked for Silver label.

Don’t walk upon my Soul bitch
so self-assured: i am one
man who has gone his own way
IF a lifetime is lonely but
without freeze-brain stupid
flesh knees: “yes, yes, yes,
oooooh yes” I wasn’t once
convinced: the vagina must
be slain. Must be bled
once and for all.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


YOUTHFUL larger MATURE giants

And the fields of color           bending down to smile
bowing through and through
when you –> passing by ||    the sun feels you
~~~~~ turning the screw
  || all of you ||
And the shadows of mind      all the way near
the river of lost souls    s c r e a m     “OH YOU!”
We are the living souls  of lost paradise .
Youthful larger !
 \/\/\/   mature GIANTS   \/\/\/
sO oh hell yeah : it’s     way down humble’a
nimblest future dream  when we begin to grow
so way down into night   we feel how life says
“Stand up! Be counted!”
Whatever you need is all within that heart that beats:
Youthful larger mature giants
   so beyond the grasp of        mental midget minds
   A SALUTE TO YOU!
:: 06-30-2015 ::