Category Archives: #poems

YOU’RE GOING TO READ JUST WHAT YOU’VE SOWED

contumacious//

some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
       to turn pale with shame
  and yet with eyes very open to pretend
to see angelic waves of Ocean’s life.
oh!  how sweet it is to abruptly snatch from
one’s insane mind a perfect day:
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.

::/6\30\2020/::
rev: 090920


THE ODE OF FAIRIES, CENTAURS, ELVES, OGRES AND GNOMES

WILL YOU meet me
at the edge of Bliss
  & we shall play ~ with flowers all in your hair/  parsley and
sage with Time in mine\ in time remember me — i shall
kiss you as the true love of mine
   tell the world i found a deep forest green within your Soul
where i chased butterflies and laid in the greens
a true love of mine without clouds but blue skies
(oh sprinkling purples, blues and pinks — within your
thigh i found the nectar of a circle of raising Love)
   the fairies of woodland communities sing, dance and laugh for this
kind of love as ours (all under a windy cloudless sky)
between us is water and air and untold famous kisses
sickle tall and growth inside
souls of sunshine — not forgotten
but the true of love mine.

:: 08.07.2020 ::
 


SARAHA DESERT

MY heart open:
to give my treasure to you
my tiny world of a forever
summitless peak until i heard
my soul singing along with a bird
: a chorus as wide and long as
the greatest desert; as nothing like
the joys of that voice!
i eat the flames of heat and taste
the dry sands of the Sahara Desert —
dreaming of grass and rains (all are
WITHIN my HEART!

:: 08.31.2020 ::


WARRIOR OF AMARANTH NIGHTS

i would sink if the moon left these shores!  picture of myself,
bright floods!  seeking shadowed roads.  Of yellow and green
cellophane hearts –into the willows of an old courtyard.
   O my dying quiet hearts of arts and words of black dog,
brown shepherd hungry formasters — bitter peaches upon the ground : 
while sulfur and evil drown in shallow swims.
Oh but Lord!  through amaranths and Sahara blues as fire and creepers
seep through the widow’s cage!   i walked Guianan without shoes
and flew through the ducal window on such a moonlight as the blessed bindweed. 
Across ages of time and hordes cross our aged Europe.
Every soul crosses the moors — all warriors!

:: 08.31.2020 ::


THE SUBJECT OF A SPECIES: FLOWERS

Shinning through the skies & of nothing particular continually towards the dark azure, where minds and hearts shimmer __
eats souls and young hearts in your young evening
— the tulips, all colors and a pessaries of ectasy!

i said hello, when the weather was wet and tight
for their living; the lily dring pink loathings
from your lonely mouth!

Monsieur de Kerdrel’s fleur-de-lys

i screamed into the night and heard no thing
love crosses through customs ; your purple
bra bathe, swells in the morning breeze

— as a painter i painted roses as your
vagina / swollen with a thousand octaves!
i am the son and the heir of a criminal
heart of lust and soul — you shut your mouth
taking of blue lotuses or sunflowers,
pint footprints of basset-hounds in moon’s
silver twilight;

 oh, shiny vulgar sex object-man:

i go about things the wrong way —
dickinson window stanz form;
following young girls making communion!

i pull the weeds and the old greenery,
standing upon their own — they go home
and want to die. pulling vegetable fancy
flowers — forsaking cock-‘d men;
and old gallons — not rattlesnakes.

just vegetable dolls.

:: 08.31.2020 ::


BLEEDING;HANDS OF KIND SOULS

BLEEDING;HANDS OF KIND SOULS

bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
    i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
   except your terrible tears

                    THE ONES
   which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith)     as two worlds
    colliding as ghosts drowning within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you;  by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
   as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
    my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.

:: 08.29.2020 ::

bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
except your terrible tears

                THE ONES 

which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith) as two worlds
colliding as ghosts drowing within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you; by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.

:: 08.29.2020 ::


GLIDING BLUE WHALE

we can walk upon the house
through closed doors
across the kitchen without
making sound —
we can walk across the moon
leave trash and mark our
print as humanity like we do
all from reliable heat
of the academic thoughts of
ego — knives and guns reproduce
the fever:
a giant step we take
breaking legs.
so troubled with sex appeal which
media mentions and corresponds so
wonderfully — oh beautiful blue
whales:  that glide effortless
as an early fever in early
odic enchantment/keep it up/
oh oh\ keep it up / within the
deepest creases of human-animal
minds.

:: 08.22.2020 ::


THE CRIMINAL SPIRIT

EVIL behind our back as a reflection
counting space and passion, a written
prose so sad — it’s a sad world;
when a man breaks a woman because
he can — where a face full of owls
glide the winds to touch your dry
tongue.

Benediction and mermaid breasts
consequences across your cross
and face — to raise your hands
with love for a word spoken in
fitful nightmare dreams.

No newspaper on the front porch
no milk bottles at 5 am today
i expected suffering for only
myself and my handwritten eyes
oh, no one knew anything

but my criminal spirit
and women who cried to the moon
and drank the voice of blood
and evil deeds of lust and flesh
as frogs croaking and serving roots

nothing to lose and no begging
her eyelids fluttered and floated
to meet disunity and a single finger
waving — BURST in the AIR and give
hell to pay //obligations and death
meet in the middle.

:: 08.22.2020 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIX – FEATHERS & PENNIES

I followed a
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feather
toward the ground
along the twist
-ing-twirl
-ing

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| path |

I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone!

:: 08-05-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XVII

the heart expand to the left
it demanded space to grow
lilies of my fields
sprout and bloom in sunlight
fed you blossom and color
in the dark night: hypnotized
musical words
nurtured from \ little poems
thus i am human \
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed

:: 03-26-2014 ::
rev: 07.26.2020b 08112020