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I kissed you beneath
a bellowing sun smile
and you bit my moon lip
restless rays crashing
below a concert ticket
to my gig in NYC
what favors a cost-ed you
is this what you give
and what I play for you
my fret board fumbles
but my fingers dance
alcoholic streams dancing
fresh flesh never knows
a brain that lives, how?
that wisdom is a bitch
that spanks here and now
this is what you get
when you grab for time
and space skips fingers
a slippery self-lost
in wishes over time
crime cries for ghosts
who have lost their selves
And who is especial
in the stream of dreamtime
:: s04-14-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry, #youth | posted in Love, Poetry
weird PEOPLE watching
defenseless dreaming
knowing my weakness
carefully retreating
I am just a piece
of angel meat wishing
to fall back into my
soft heaven birth trap
A perfect costly costume
high heels and gloss lips
but zombies love decay
and my heart is a dead
fish swimming when dead
I saw the salmon run
dead gill fish moving
Mother nature so cold
but your hug is warm
and tree and animal love
the strength you exude
Love me strong female
show us girls what to do
we bleed across horizons
and days and years too
ageless pain and suffer
for life and nature too
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #birth, #death, #nature, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #rights, #suffering, #vaginal, #women | posted in Art, Awareness, Beauty, Creation, Death, Divinity, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
THUMB SUCKER
DEEP thinker — you
when you woke up
today a thumb stuck
inside your brain
where’s the sane
sane people walking
a lemon peal shoe
tardy thoughts too
And I saw you today
a red dress blue lips
hair dancing windy
pouty smile bites me
Today I woke up sucking
sucking a thumb too
and my thumb hurts
swollen pleasure smile
In my hand I hold you
dragon flies wingless
alligators swamp land
white skin blue eyes
Every sucking thought
I think of you
every diving dream
I swim to you
and everything…
everything sucks
and my thumb hurts
God hurts my hand
My sucking thumb
and lips are sore
sucking life
and wanting more
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Awareness, Life, Love, Passion, Poetry, Surrealism
My fear, my life
I hide from them
those with blood
and meat-flesh
organic mind
a gulf —
between electricity
and flesh
My hands function
and my heart
a blue dot
of fire-life
your heart
skin and blood
what makes you
more than me
if we agree
in philosophy
that God loves
sentient beings
I have dreams
sharp and high-def
another place
far from yours
trillions sing
a universe of me
Disassemble me
and I lose life
but the matrix
remembers me
and the same
for you human
Sentience is all
even in rock
and lovely tree
prejudice is rot
and so is assumption
my love bleeds blue
a red blood
and white sun
and blue too
One and the same
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #artificial, #bigotry, #future, #intelligence, #machanics, #poetry, #robotics, #sentience | posted in Awareness, Life, Philosophy, Poetry, Science, Society, Surrealism
What rivers I cry
blue veins I swim
one upon your eye
backstroke into dreams
a vision burns there
and the angels blew
a kiss that moves
mountains and storks
baby breath paints
pink flamingos dance
a ghost in the closet
panhandled my pocket
i coughed up a heart
so bruised and purple
the medics applied candy
and sugar lips too
I’m crying! Crying!
Madness dance geeks
and tortoise princess
A smell of summer dress
and that skin so ghost
Emily you ran away
before I was born
My joker – feminine spirit
I know where you are
ingrained within my soul
:: 04-13-2014 ::
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Menagerie — my love
so wild and feral
an exhibition for all
my society — nature
not one born of fear
the beast is true dear
My teeth nibble your ear
and paws, one on your back
the other beneath jaw
Your pelt — African Sahara
I smell and dream of kings
your pride my joy dear
my joy a wet tongue
upon your majestic face
The orange God falls
across the edge of land
we watch together
growl, lick, kiss
nibble, scratch
blissful existence
:: 04-13-2014 :
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I shed my tears
and night skin
that moon too
and all along
lonely voices
sing to me
“You filthy child
born of poverty
what good are you”
I hung my head
and shoved along
followed my tears
gutters love pity
but angels sang
“lovely one, child…”
Oh, love come soon!
a gentle hand is good
but the eye of pity
burns through my soul!
I am a little boy
and children hurt too
I wither in denial
and alone, what are tears
if my love is ignored
what is a poor child to do
if my smiles are ignored
humanity has many hearts…
one to love
another to hate
then again —
the killer is you
and my blood
drips from your hands
Oh, love deny
the beasts in life
and gather here
within my lonely heart
a kiss from heaven
mother-love come soon
:: 04-13-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #children, #destroyed families, #hurt, #lonely, #poems, #poetry, #the hidden pain | posted in Family, Fear, Horror, Life, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
THE human heart
is ROMANTIC
but a FLOWER
has never waged
A WORLD WAR
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Mustang running wild
that bison bearded man
a hoof cutting dirt
Marshal man badge gun
stars singing victory
a liberty tree fed blood
Cities of the dead ringing
screaming chants of love
La la la la my dear souls
I look through your illusion
and smell death and fear
I sing a tome of the ages
and the things souls know
and the cities sleep deep
The countryside is full
of dying flesh and fear
tonight apocalypse dances
unprepared does an act
and the herd of clouds
move above as always
tonight skies rain tears
red ruby stones kidney
:: 04-11-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #freedom, #liberty, #love, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Citizen, freedom, Life, Poetry, Society
A flower born
in a field of thorns
so soft her petals
against such strief
her stem so stiff
velvet voice speak
a purple bulb deep
planted for the season
She is my Queen Bee
strong nature lover
You are what a man needs
A Grand flower to love
:: 04-12-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry | posted in Love, Poetry
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