Inner song
bring my soul
a tune to sing
one so old
that when first sang
before the sun
whilst angels danced
a circle they ran
around the space
where lay Earth!
Inner song sing to me
a sweet-toothed tune
pick up my shadow
and show it the light
and angels dance
they circle me
around the space
where lay my soul!
:: 04-02-2014 ::
LIKE youth so soft and preciously gentle and full of truth.
Like songs of
abstract chords and missing teeth (by dreams) tongue roaming
for space
to find; as hearts so do. The teeth of roaming dogs bite my
heels
but the soul is a hallway listening to those weak words i
drip upon pages
Emotions like tears
confusion as Jesus
that lets Judas kill
(my) blood and must not spill
so stupid so entertained by high
and low an albino //hallway
echo]] a kiss of my telling
say, my mind never ignores
how people tell me i look terrible
got a screw eating wood so old
all blasphemy “ eats me.
And when my intellect lies in
all the halls of fame i think
of band music playing outside
inside of me. I got no background
got now files so zero so all alone
So never say (this is a story based
on a story so full of lies) don’t
say my mind ignores this soul;
it was what they said yesterday
in a conversation in a coffee cafe.
:: 03-26-2016 ::
WE;re such a
perfect day
kissing in a
park watching
those that watch
us in a zoo
Oh! it’s such a
perfect day
spending my sands
with you and watching
sand fall in our
heart-shaped souls.
Oh, such a perfect
day and so glad i
spent it with you
the skies and wind
the green and skin
the lips and passion
making me wish i should
never awaken.
:: 03-25-2016 ::
i dream in prose
my mind the inkwell
my life the quill
(so human)
i suppose the unreal
until and i feel
a certain disregard
here…
Until she; the waking
dream, comes to me with
a song
within her bosom
until then and then
i write my prose
(to the world) with
mind and suppose the unreal
until and i feel.
:: ~~ ::
A tree in my head produced
leaves of words //green”
\\ OOH if “if” is a rotten
twig squeaking against
bobbing winds —
characters should & best
be surviving a hundred
years at least.
at least (as long as i
think) for as long as
i’m here!
:: 03-25-2016 ::
so you left a note (that) hung
upon the air
magically floating in the air
i tore it down with my tears
where nothing is a particular thing
and it cuts my heart reading you –>
you’ll never see the courage
that i have shown today;
it burned the world within my heart
and how the devil has a summer house
as bright as a star — All within
the space of a few hours
life and death — rebirth became
a furious fire. Goodbyes are a
promise, dear. And for the strong
souls — only said once.
:: ~ ::
It’s been some hurting time: I lost it in a dial of fountain garbage youth — catfish mouth hooks and I never saw you sorry inside
Boreas is colored freezer pain! I haven’t had a hand job or pie Since the government gave me opportunity or more chances than churches where Jesus hangs on solemn walls while
flesh bags cry and pray for all their sins in a covered wagon somewhere in the 1950s black and white television. Gee I never knew ancient ones wore makeup and butterfly Lips like a hungry flower in a whore field. The sky gave me her scars like purple vaginas missing periods for months.
And Billy went to the store to pick up a jar of fat pickles. She never reached behind the curtain but I had my dummy and a fist beneath his cheap shirt making all the moves of a failed life.
11-03-2014 ::
AND the devil said, “Who’s got the heart
of my lover?” and the sky burned
in thunder-lust and the angels fled
like a bad bad storm.
I stood up like a prick and said,
“I ate him last night.”
And heaven help me for the way I am..
I am just a hungry woman looking for
the one who can help me know I am
more than this need I have within my soul.
So the devil looked inside my soul
and flew away, said, “honey, you got more
a need for the soul you ate
and I’m just the devil.”
I’ve been a bad bad girl
and I ran away the devil
but all I need is just
a good man.
:: 11-17-2014 ::
Do you know:
you smell of Earth
when you thunder
and look upon my soul
lightening eyes
and when you cry
torrential skies!
I think you more
of Earth than woman
the nature-mother
with buttercup lips
a Venus flytrap lover!
:: 11-17-2014 ::
You survive
to keep the gods
in check
the heart strives
early mornings
for a worm to peck!
The bluejay is true
:: 11-17-2014 ::
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