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“That’s alright…” he cry he cry he cries.
“we’re all alive on the inside and you’re
my friend my friend my friends
and i’m gonna kill you.”

Like we’re all holed up in a delirium
hotel and when he’s done you’ll know some
things you didn’t know before //oh let it
rain let it rain let it rain to kill the pain\\

“A crack in the window a world in a hole and
i want you to see the magician, a fire eater,
the fat lady, serpentina, sea monkey, see honey,
see my flipper feet and we’re all here just to
make a dollar and then you’ll have to go now.”

And all the time the ticking timer inside your
head tocs and knocks for a last call on the
dollar deal –> always showtime on the inside
of your heart but the soul’s dead!

And so we wait in line and do the time oh what
a pity oh what a crime!

:: 05-21-2018 ::


RUN AWAY RUN AWAY

a broken knee jerk
& mister dark reaching
up to kiss your blue lips
& misses aborted-by-
shattered-hope is how
she jumped the moon //
a crazy trip
too true SCREAMING:
run away run away
–> elope!
the country folk refuse
to see them and
baby tulip smoking elf’s
caught daisy by her
daffodil shorts snorting
a hand full o’loving
it hard; the Pope served
and Mary’s lamb with a
glass of wine and Jesus
Bread \\ And the world’s
on the shelf like a bad
product from Hell so go away
go away just run run run
away!

:: 05-11-2018 ::


SO NOW I AM DAZED

You walked so congratulations
all across the opinions of
everyone you knew– so you won
Keep your Soul — hmm,
hmm, hmm, so it seems
you are so scared to live
instead, you use your words
hmm, hmm, hmm, your opinions
And now you break all those
hearts who believed in you
–today (within my heart
& head) the sun is bright
so I ate it and now I’m dazed
— so yeah hey! yeah! hey!
I was so lonely until I blamed
my head for all the faults of
my hurt for my lonely heart
so yeah! yeah!
So now I’m cured by the love
of living inside my loneliness
and I’m just fine –can’t wait
to meet love there.

:: 11-27-2017 ::


WHEN WISHING WINDS WIN

wishing i knew.
i know nothing
but know
that i am
wishing this
something we
all know.

it with no name
but confines us
to the four walls
of this wishing
room of madness.

i sometimes know
this something
but it’s bigness
is larger than
all life.

And at this moment
of knowing what
it is that we all
are wishing i know
its beauty is more.

so wishing is more
than what we can
ever have when
wishing is something
bigger than us.

:: 09-15-2017 ::


EROS DO NOT FLEE FROM ME – Part 1

MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light. As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams some common sense was telling me I ought to follow;  but my heart stood firm and I – in place of fear!

While conviction (that solid and shiny compass) melted color-pale and heavy fright that night my plan was nothing more than this: to find the house of EROS to cure my heart of alder blight! After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus he was born but for I — as I for him this night, my ambition over fear.

EROS, the God of Love and sexuality could show the path for that enduring love of my bride to be … my writ of right! Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills upon a whirlwind. Yes, me the mere mortal like EROS I sped beating glittering golden wings upon my hidden fear.

Heavy a burden of knowing what must be, that fate of me. As my beast passed through the mist and soared in height she bravely carried on across barren wasteland and icy bog as sad and frozen waters gravely sang to me, “CHAOS …” and my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth and fear.

And it seemed to me that humanity might have just begun as we moved by wood and sullen hill surging forth in might. Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater that his bride was no less than CHAOS!

Soon I came upon a chasm which has no name but keeps a flame the light of Luna burned – to see the truth of life this night.
The dance of light upon the night stirred a feeling within my soul.
Soothing my beast I released the burden of my weight and there she fled into the night like burning crystal – who eased my fear.

And within the gaping chasm of this slightly twisted gash of soil I faced my future fate by gently carefully moving forward into that dim light.  And into the night like oil each footstep soaked inside my soul; the fear within this slice of time grabbing my throat so fierce and I, like EROS, felt as one with love, less that burning fear.

My mind a fever beating like a raging river I slowly seeped into the porous night
like some hungry ravenous creature who only wishes blood and bite.  But soon that moment of decision as I met that ancient door of lore.  And with my hand so cold and grey I took to knock upon the legend no less EROS.  In retrospect I must confess: seconds felt as minutes – minutes like hours, all in fear!

The sane and stable heart might wish to judge the fool I am but the need for love is stronger than the shame of fools or mortal smite.  To those who know the pain and silence of an empty life tonight compels the heart to find one’s lover and to face one’s fear!

:: || ::


ALONE IS WITH ME

Alone is with me for just this day

we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;

  the space to breathe

  the time to see
  a place with joy
  a mind to heal
Alone is with me for just this day
 we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;
Does your Alone share with you?
A  moment of silence then
shall you know!
:: 03-31-2017 ::

DYING TO BE LIKE YOU

falling in line IMG_9048
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you

:: 03-17-17 ::


PLASTIC CHOCOLATE CLOUDS

Oh Mary is a little lamb
she bled where she lay
and the dead cried “me!”
On a wondrous sea,
saline sailing,
silently Ho! Pilot,ho!
I never knew plastic
chocolate clouds
could ever taste
this — so good
riddance my lamb
She bleats me badly
a blue-yellow bruise
crushed my heart
and we sang,
“Oh, Mary is a little
bitch and bled where
she lay — they shout,
“Me!”
And the silent Southern
moss-grown streets
like a New Orleans
sweet drinking all of me

:: 11-30-2014 ::


RUSHING INTO THE DARK HOUR

BENEATH my breath are quiet words
which spirit feeds and fire Eats:
a promulgated non-scientifically
personal fact. A unity of a
membership-less Club of Souls
== the latent release of human-
life. Remarkable abilities
for an animal in terrestrial
nature!

The power of:

self-control
creative power
reconstructive power
power of faith
and the power of
revivification.

Gently, a small reminder:
we are not Gods but
only that god is imprisoned
within each of Us.

The delusion of negative
energy.

And increasing momentum
which the world is rushing
into the Dark Hour.

:: 01-18-2017 ::


A LIE … AND A WORD

A lie. and a word
one of the same.
but a part from truth
one begged belief
and slayed truth
the word —
remained steadfast
the pillar of Divinity

:: 05-01-2014 ::