Category Archives: Poetry

WITHIN THIS SLICE OF BLEAKMOMENT


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


WITHIN A MOMENT

WITHIN a moment
Inside this morning
And gossamer floating
Within this moaning
Across the hills
beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
Happened –

To find me!

A release of joy
A piece of peace
A taste of lore

And i found me

Within this morning
Within this moment
Across the hills
Beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas

It happened –
i found me!

:: 01-23-2018 ::


BRAVERY SO BIBLICAL

BORN into a fire
as loud as cannon
fire
Declared DEAD before
the message of urgency
Kissing memories
holding insides
between swearing words
and all this pain
is a pentance for
this end; of loving you
of living you.

Dirt, blood, guts, and
bravery so biblical
and angels weep but
devils laugh so this
is the end? Is this
the end?

I wash away I wash away
this evil within my heart.
I kiss the end between
her lips and sing …

“Undeclared victory is
empty spaces inside your
heart ; tomorrow is strange
and history we cannot remember
is full of war and dying words”
\this is not the end/
Wash away! I declare an
emergency of urgency ~
your love is hallow and
empty like false dreams!
Watch me Watch Me Watch Me
FADE AWAY!

:: 11-04-2017 ::


WORSE THAN ANY DISEASE

|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it’s all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
–while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we’re all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||

:: 07/30/2017 ::


ENTRY MAY 13/2017

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:: 05.13.2017 ::


LITTLE giants walk LIKE smallest little creatures

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THE INCREDIBLE TRUTH

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FLESH CREEP

so what you said been going thru my head
been thinking how i feel i think i’m dead
what you expressed buried me in my head
and now i see what i feel i could cut your heart
into two if it made me feel better but when the
angels came to me
Said you’d be better of
if you lived I said yes
a lifetime in your prison
of flesh creep
makes me feel so much better
and when your life’s over
i could never say, ‘I loved you’
you’re so much better off dead
and i say you’d be better off dead
All within your prison of flesh creep
makes me feel so better when you’re dead

::-::


THE ROMANTIC ONE

A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin

:: 10-13-2014 ::