… no one speaks as no one hears
ME | A LINE between love & hate
ignorance more so than spite!
… i can swim
& i can walk
& i can talk
& i am HERE
N O W hear ME:
i forgot myself within;
& you are wonderful
& you are my soulmate
& you are all Seasons!
[then reason …]
the honey spreads upon
both upper and lower
of our aching lips
our storm-riddled mouth!
AND WE LOVE & LIVE
a whirlwind of Spring
and Love in every Breath!
:: 11-21-2016 ::
ALL the world is S T R A N G E
and if you take a LIFE it will
be your own ~
watching burning
angels falling from high
//All your life you’ve
armed yourself
\ \ and no other can deny
all of the ghosts
and dead lovers who follow
you AND when you think you’ve won
the game played wasn’t life — the
game played was a cerebral death
AND LAY ME TO REST
(love betrays you)
this pure heart! ~ all within the palm
of several thousand days gone by!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
‘i live like cement
a human form as i was
born — too much.’
so late: fluid mental
state –> a human form
where i performed …
red panda. Red Panda
come save me today.
fuzzy hugs warm
nuzzles frizzy!
:: 11-01-2016 ::
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