Category Archives: #poem

TRUE LOVE

MY DEAR!

this night is young
but i am ancient
in both flesh and
mind!

As fields older
than the dirt!
As winds slower
than God’s breath!

Oh! Thank you my love!
for your kisses!
And your tears too.
See? The flowers
have stronger stems now!

My oldest song!
My only true love.
We two are the oldest
;by life and love!

:: 12-08-2017 ::


A HEART OR MAYBE TWO

I have a heart or maybe two
One for me and one for you

My heart is broken
Maybe yours too

Let’s forget it all
And hang out on the clouds

The sun is all but gone
But still I have a gun

I think I’m done
Being happy

Just being happy

If I were like them
I could pretend

Just to be happy
Just to be happy

A done bun
Never undone.

Wish I was happy.

:: 12-06-2017 ::


EAT THE SUN

i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.

I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.

One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!

Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |

Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.

All of the good within this universe.

 

:: 11-22-2017 ::

 


AND THE CREME OF ALL HELL

 

so sometimes SOSomEtimes
i am unglued by time
i fail my b right days
and kiss black days
And so you are there
so beautiful within a
mindSET cradle — and
aching I get it: i’ll
get it right. IF now
I know how this is a
fate: the secret is that
I can choose any of those
timelines. It’s alright
it’s the light. And
i never met anything that
has ever broken me: my
council of 12 knows.

SO, i give you every
THING i am.
GAVE you every all of
heaven and the creme
of all hell. WE close
the door of the outside
WORLD — except for myself,
i give you everything i
am and my soul to release
the outside of life and
the rest can go to hell
girl, the rest is outside
of our own world.

:: 10-02-2017 ::


Like Presidents Blowing Smoke

Had my love to dig so I dug
 and came up slug –>
one working so hard for it
another working to disrupt me.
So saw an eye on the other side
of a world –> robbing bank
called my love // printing
a magazine online called foolery
 so she commercialize men \\
and made us all like gorillas
feeding bananas to the bitches
  like these presidents blowing
Smoke:: and if we think all of
this is like a coma?  Climbing
out of confusion into a solution
we call Monkey Branching.
   I’m not Joe but came up slow.
It’s like San Antonio, Texas.
   Alamo go –>  beating down
all the brown people called
Mexicans.  And so Ann said,
‘I can.”  I grab my word machine
and say, “Wordsmith back to nexus
— call us all Mixes:: what is
this thing we profess is it all
all Tejas or Texas?”  Let the
American Indians say we are already
gone:  Let the truth ring white
is alone.  The world is One and
so are the peoples of the world
One.  Over.
:: 10-01-2017 ::

Dream the Quantum Dream

I dream the quantum dream
in another place
Like world events somewhere
are no concern reflected
I feel connected at times
by tears as like bullets
And Jesus come save me
My tears are steam
My heart a scream.
It’s all a dream
It’s all myself
a photographic
dysmorphic laceration
and so I scream.
Born on a way-Station
light-years from you
and blown way down
into your world —
I scream. I scream.
Gentilia your satisfaction
and I’m a vessel for infection
never disregarding intellect
so I scream disregard affection.
And the year is Rooster
and I should know
so now I go — simplicity
is a reason for necessity.
and I scream this is our world.
:: 10-01-2017 ::

GHOSTS, DEMONS, ANGELS AND FRIARS

THAT coalescing threat of fear, death,

That singular fact, it was not friendly

but a sound caressing the ears

Raising temperatures of moaning fever

 

And while dreaming was no release

And not evening wakefulness naively

Determined i found a third attempt

To relieve the crunching sounds so near

 

Inside of me i flew toward towers of

Steeples whose roofs were silver lips

And the colossal hips of Creator

And ghosts, demons, angels, and friars

 

AND all i see all without eyes

And all i taste so tasteful

Without lust upon the tip of tongue

Was this razor tipped extravagant mind

 

oh…  i believe

oh…  so believe

oh… my pilot of love

 

And a song from my ageless suit

of amour as hammers hoisted,

steel turning, piercing flesh

came the true friend: death

 

So… truth is sharp

so… who touches an edge

and is not cut to the soul

 

oh!  And all i see

is as the sun and

a colorful ground

beneath the breasts

 

of You

and the feeling

of all the Love

searching — i follow

the shadow of my married

one.  You.  Me.

 

:: 09-18-2017 ::


PREGNANT IS MY WORRY

pregnant is my worry! many months
before it was born. the morning
sickness and swollen skin of my
mind and that of heart!
And finally that which was born
nothing more than fanthom
gestation!

:: 09-17-2017 ::


POLITIKS AND DISEASE

AS everyone on one side of the party lines sang
the other were dead; and while everyone on the
other side of a party line died the other sang.

And this is how rot creeps within society;

to believe that beliefs are division.
that a whole can become fragmented by
philosophy and that one is evil over the other;
that in similar logic all separate parties are
in all insidious fact are evil.

And like the dead who have living bodies and
have become old through media saturation:
the magnificent mausoleum of a natural
world outside mourns the Children of God.

the tombstone of a moon.
the rosery beads of bloody tears.
And fear is King and the Queen a forgotten
truth we may never again remember.

:: 09-14-2017 ::


NOCTURNES BY MIDNIGHT

AND for every memory whose hands have touched
my hungry lonely moments; I am always here,
between laughter and weeping; singing and
shouting. Just today (which I realize is
everyday in eternity) I walked across a crack
that contained my soul; the sidewalk made of
gold. And while I write feeble words to express
emotions that are unobtainable the other more
whole piece of my heart is sleeping in a distant
land; a place where upon the grace of God
laid a golden egg that born my true peace and
happiness. Her love constructed my world
before she was born and before I knew her
human name. The indescribable has a song
and colors and feelings; the light between
swaying branches of a tree; the smell of a
new word; the touch of tender sight and
undying kisses from a breeze from nature.

Knows.

And we are the children yet to be born.
And some who are grown but dead children.
The unknown.

:: 09-13-2017 ::