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A ZERO MARK

THE home a zero mark
laughs and cries
between thoughts

so i held a line
surviving to meet you

Time pasts as pawns
across a board of blood
to meet you

And how people grow up
i am surprised so much
That you do not need me

As a storm grew within
your crystal eyes

And a bed of nails —
waiting without you.

All without you.

i see through a storm
wanting and waiting
for more all without you
— if i can live without
you i cannot love

all without you oh oh
no one lives __

Oh ah oh oh ah oh
oh ah oooh all with out you

living without you

i give my angel my trust
i give my life to all
i give my love to you

And you take it all away
And you take it with you
And you take me with you

All unto the snow and ice
All unto the world of cold
All unto the underneath

of the greatest warmth
and all my world’s pain
twisting as a thorn
within my side.

:: 091-23-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – L

(Chopin’s Ghost)

THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road

Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down

My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear

Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go

:: 04-28-2014 ::


BELIEF IS A WISH

IF the ant should perish

making a home

IF the woman too

within her abode!

AND if man shall
befall grief

AND children too –

What falling dreams
which have no wings!

Belief is a wish
and life a truce ~

the barrier a
tie breaker for
Souls!

:: -1-14-2018 ::


WITHIN MY HEART AND SPIRIT

WITHIN my heart
and Spirit
I have two hands
holding you
Within my breath;
your voice too
, my undying love.
And dreams of you
I dream as more
that of
holding onto you
AS tender with candor
– which joins
and sings the Goddess
of longing Love
and of innocence the
first kiss — the blush
of kindness; and HOPE
(wherein all indred
Souls feel blessed)
And you; a service
of life and love and
A DREAM of life —
Defies natural elements
that deceive doublt,
I accept the offer.

:: 01-12-2018 ::

 


EAT THE SUN

i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.

I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.

One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!

Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |

Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.

All of the good within this universe.

 

:: 11-22-2017 ::

 


Tomorrow My Prophecy

i heard the drops of rain
falling upon my brain.
the hearing was different
than its feeling;
my thin arms too
felt preternatural
as frogs and fish began
to fill the courtyard.

i imagined smelling memories
of folly idleness;
the thinking was deeper
than the doings.
most eyes closed
with shuttered sight
tomorrow my prophecy
of a better light.

tonight i sleep awake
and tomorrow awake
sleeping for another
moment of delicious
sight.

speaks the poet
within my heart.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

 

 


THE PUZZLE OF THE BUFFALO

THIS dream.

I am walking through a tunnel between the streets.  Air as thick

as my misconceptions of life.  The gutters are gone but my fears

fulfill the deed.

A passing light of brilliant orbs dazzle me then I am walking

across a cache of weapons and I see my feet amongst others.

The wolves’ den.

“Who are you?”  One asks.

I am a dream walker.

“Are you crazy?” asks another.

No.  I am here for reasons unknown.

“Kill him.” says the one with shifty eyes.

Why would you wish this?

“He’s a pig.”

No.

“Bro, do you have buffalos running around within

your head?”

Yes.

“Let him go.”

I love you all and please learn from this:  if you

do all that is told then you are not living a brilliant

life as you can.

And the buffalos will trample you one soon day.

I wake up.

:: 09-17-2017 ::


THERE ARE AT TIMES MORE SAID

Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!

:: 09-17-2017 ::


Degrees of Desires and Needs

then Wishing is less than
a grip of strong wanting.
then whispering an echo
and feeble moreso
than needing where mountains
shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
of desires and needs!

:: 09-08-2017 ::


In All Our Dreams

i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!

:: 09-08-2017 ::