IF i should fall(ingly) stumble
and reach my face against life
let me kiss that spot which
met my lips and refrain from
screaming: the pain, oh! the
pain of stumbling through life!
:: 07-16-2015 ::
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IF I SHOULD FALL(INGLY) STUMBLE
TO HAVE SEEN THE PATH BEYOND THE VEIL, APPREHENSIVELY
TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence: the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched
and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!
but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one
i would wish and might and say and sing:
“Marigold! Marigold! What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”
:: 07-16-2015 ::
ANIMATED MANNEQUIN
Flash-frame movement the Almost believing
simulacrum-life animated mannequin
who I loved whose hand touched mine :
a cold touch and on the road all these
(i, trapped inside the skull)
saw these almost unreal things behind their wheels
moving toward something like thousands of gallons of Vaseline
pouring over humanity (for a while, you could see…)
so atrophied and consumed by these animated apostrophes
and i spoke but they did not feel: i stuffed my heart
back inside the slit of my vaginal heart — there’s a
crab’s eye at the end of it’s stalk!
:: 07-14-2015 ::
DO NOT ASK ME OF LOVE OR LIFE
sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
OUTSIDE THE BOX IS A PARADISE
IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
THE SPIRALING EXISTENTIAL THOUGHT
All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
:: 07-12-2015 ::
ABOUT POETS AND WORDS AND EMOTIONS
EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~
but a lesson: the emotions
are greater than any angle-STACKED
font-bite BEING!
It is EMOTION and not words
that poets should express
:: 07-10-2015 ::
INSTAGRAM HATES POETS
take away my love and brain
since you’re leaving
Instagram is relaxing since
it has no need for poetry
— sin! I saw you with a
heart in your hand
said, “you suck since you
can’t fit your words
inside such a small space
of INSTRAGRAM VULVA
SPACE i am insane
i was so comforted by
words until the programmers
said — this is your dick
(words) and us(vagina)
depressed patients so come
back as fire and i burned
all liars — and you were
drinking your beers
and you are all queers
never knowing how you
cut the hearts of poets
both men and women –)
we hate you INSTAGRAM!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
SAN FRANCISCO NIGHT
somebody else roars her royal borealis
purple heart and i road across golden gate
bridge and even in hell
i felt her toenails cutting me – ha, she
laughed while i screamed
could have been her nails
like a road-map — my back
when she screams digging
love into my skin: i’m too
long and she hates uterus
bump — geeks, yeah. terrible
come on baby, think of one
i hurt when you press my heart
with serious words of this
could’a-should’b-been world
my shyness-gy-ness is aborted
too early in life: she kissed
me knowing how fucked i am
and i love her/you/seriously
you wore no panties when we
went to church — NEVER!
holy water evaporates!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
A PIECE OF BEAK BROKEN
mother flew in from happiness
instruments of sin sang
‘i’m so happy’
if you sav eyourself
i adore changes to life’s
[plans] heart-and i really love
how you rock this world
i saw you smile just once
and kept your smile
within a crystal jar
and how instruments sing
and sin drowns
so i rest upon the precipice
of a resting breast moving
when she dream-breathes
all of me — and i really
love how you rock-n’roll
AND if you say you are dead
then i say i am a corpse
to make you happy and
we’ll show how living
does not require blood
or flesh — and you
really knock me down
really rock my world
the beak-broken bird
lip sings love
!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
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