THAT dangle
broke a gentle tangle
between enamel a toothless
piece not in mouth — surely
shards that spread glinting
strewn across my life-garden
hoe come dig into me
spread my thoughts Enter
gently and
carefully revive
my soul
a kiss upon tulips without thorn
:: 03-14-2014 ::
Now to rear
my ugly head
and all the thoughts
contained therein
so many fantasies
all beyond reality
I have known alien,
incubus, and life
spoken for the dead
and those on the way
mysteries revealed
and some contained
I have seen all:
murder, rape, death,
incest, and most of all
disregard for true love
I have no expectation
from those that read
only that they hear
and if they remain
mute, so be it…
let life sort it out
if not, then death
surely will
:: 03-05-2014 ::
I shall not speak of God
the minions are feverish
and locked and stocked
nor shall I refer a politician
money, power, and position
keeps the palm-soul filthy
but I shall sing of that love
so true and pure and blissful
that days to come shall know
here resides a spirit worthy
:: 03-14-2014 ::
TIME only abides those souls
who try to keep hell below
baby footsteps walk above
and clouds float and taste
a lick of love and passion
no hell or war to imagine
and society will follow
waiting for a voice we say
but our spirits sing today
ocean shells speak the name
it’s easy to hear just try
not a human word but more
it’s love without a name
:: 03-13-2014 ::
My heart aches — fossil time
a secret kept close —
beneath breastbone
no macabre dear
easy one this day
but a fact parlayed
in truth today
i am crushed
in realization now
that not one but two women dead
who passed a long ago — past time
that my heart finds deep love
who wishes to know i ask!?
and for what reason compels you
oh! Dickinson and Browning
is polygamy accepted in heaven?
only cupid knows yet…
:: 03/13-2014 ::
NOTHING ever listens
but hearts sing
and smiles glisten
and souls believe
life is a red color
And who am I dear
not a one to fit
in any clothing
and my skin cries
wish to give it back
and i would sing
in a rain without doubt
so easy to say to you
that i believe in you
everyday — not for me
but for the world…
and listen to me now
that i would be alone
if not for the love
and smiles you give me
:: 03-13-2014 ::
tender
FEELING
squeeze box
love
TRAGIC meaning
glisten
hush lips now
watch
LIFE move
tip-toe
tulips
what life
BEGIN-ends
end-begins
:: 03-13-2014 ::
THE test of life —
not one of salvation
but that nature
allow us to remain
upon her paradise
:: 03-13-2014 ::
BONE pure and strong
winds feed my wings
a heart tender-string
bleach dreams swim
My life —
it is my own?
then my butler
— death
and dirt so lovingly friend
bury, or wind carry me
to my imaginal realm
between my dreams and stars
:: 03-13-2014 ::
MY confession to mortals
that I do love death
it has a tender touch
to never hurt beyond
that fire of separation
It only asks a piece
of life’s fire to move
beyond your soul today
That grand secret spilled
we all die day-to-day
and born between moments
:: 03-12-2014 ::
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