A connotation of love
— and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night
i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness
wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, ‘did
you once love someone?
as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
brain___
as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels
crumbling silence
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought
of you too.
:: 09.07.2020 ::
MY heart open:
to give my treasure to you
my tiny world of a forever
summitless peak until i heard
my soul singing along with a bird
: a chorus as wide and long as
the greatest desert; as nothing like
the joys of that voice!
i eat the flames of heat and taste
the dry sands of the Sahara Desert —
dreaming of grass and rains (all are
WITHIN my HEART!
:: 08.31.2020 ::
BLEEDING;HANDS OF KIND SOULS
bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
except your terrible tears
THE ONES
which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith) as two worlds
colliding as ghosts drowning within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you; by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.
:: 08.29.2020 ::
bleeding;hands of kind Souls
dirty cleaned by smiles)
i tell :
you, i love your precious Heart
except your terrible tears
THE ONES
which tear us apart(wraith a clinging
with wraith) as two worlds
colliding as ghosts drowing within
silent thunder?as a thousand years we
could live but if i hurt you; by the ebbing
tides of a supreme ocean largest shudder)
as when death spoke –> never was death
so alive;chaos could live for a thousand
years(scream–as squashed grapes into wine)
my blood screams and tastes If as some world
of a spark.
:: 08.29.2020 ::
we can walk upon the house
through closed doors
across the kitchen without
making sound —
we can walk across the moon
leave trash and mark our
print as humanity like we do
all from reliable heat
of the academic thoughts of
ego — knives and guns reproduce
the fever:
a giant step we take
breaking legs.
so troubled with sex appeal which
media mentions and corresponds so
wonderfully — oh beautiful blue
whales: that glide effortless
as an early fever in early
odic enchantment/keep it up/
oh oh\ keep it up / within the
deepest creases of human-animal
minds.
:: 08.22.2020 ::
EVIL behind our back as a reflection
counting space and passion, a written
prose so sad — it’s a sad world;
when a man breaks a woman because
he can — where a face full of owls
glide the winds to touch your dry
tongue.
Benediction and mermaid breasts
consequences across your cross
and face — to raise your hands
with love for a word spoken in
fitful nightmare dreams.
No newspaper on the front porch
no milk bottles at 5 am today
i expected suffering for only
myself and my handwritten eyes
oh, no one knew anything
but my criminal spirit
and women who cried to the moon
and drank the voice of blood
and evil deeds of lust and flesh
as frogs croaking and serving roots
nothing to lose and no begging
her eyelids fluttered and floated
to meet disunity and a single finger
waving — BURST in the AIR and give
hell to pay //obligations and death
meet in the middle.
:: 08.22.2020 ::
Mellifluous are the songs of moon
lit lips pressing a maddened
heart as mine!
This largest night ate the orchards
and prismatic towns by the shores
where waves say goodbye torturing
women who have lost their sailors
on calmer nights.
Instead of life the sea has come
has come to take from me
all i have called normality
what most who love may dislike
what some who hate may balance
i n l i f e :
a severe disinclination
or tolerance for such as me!
so cold are some it feels as stings
from a polar bee!
We are all born into a dream
so deep that most never awaken
:: 04-04-2014 ::
confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|
:: 07.31.2020 ::
i dream sometimes — i dream
of expansive fields
of flowery love where fear
does not exist is what i
sometimes dream: i dream
i woke up within this dream
and could do anything my spirit
and heart wish’d : i wish to
be within expansive fields of
flowery love where fear does
not exist is what i sometimes
dream.
i dream.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
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