my sweet precious Living
Life by a kindest Soul
before rains the Sun
does not know Tears
are small Oceans in
largest doses becomes
brilliantly sparked
Emotions
my Sweet Precious
Life —
i am living spaces
as stairs climbing
two-by-two in Time
toward the Heart’s
goals!
:: 11-09-2018 ::
THAT today in my heart
the breath of life
but my way is mingled
within confusion
Pain obscures light.
Remembrance of Love
moistens my feelings
within the Soul’s
fountain.
Each cloud flies high
and stars trembling,
A Spirit too if so be
it.
Love can never die.
And lessons from Mountains
and Rivers and Forests
They wear the Rainbow,
a solid unbroken promise
So too my Life
So too my Love
So too my Soul.
:: 11-02-2018 ::
DARLING light whose gentlest touch
might by brightest light guide
my love of life upon this night
Guide my trust
Guide if must
And forgive the rest of my weakest
traits within those hands called fate
My Darling Light that lives
and dwells within my Soul and Spirit
And saves me this night
Save my trust
Save if must
by gentlest touch this night
:: 09-30-2018 ::
EMOTIONS are just no words
between the wind & just One
are the true feelings when
fleeing life’s seemingly
unjust pain!
AS like, oh tear-filled Soul!
With held-head high and heart
so sweepingly Low and the sky
weeps along with every broken
Spirit as the sun tending bent
stems in far-flung worlds
removes all barges of sand
-sadness against your heart.
And through your pain and
forgiving tears the soul clears
as blue as skies: exists
only for brevity of reprived
mortal pains!
And while the Earth apparently
stirs within mysterious ways,
you whom i shall never forget
who gave birth to love once
again (for me) the festival
is no longer a surprise as
i know your words like pillars
uphold my tender sensibilities:
and loveless life is treasonist
and the crime a punishment of
diminished returns!
:: 01-16-2017 ::
Saturday was a good day so kicked off my shoes
and ran through the sand along Pensacola beach
Sadder days are like broken billboards yeah
along the promenade of empty streets
I listen to my radio and shut you out
I seem to be the only one who walks alone
I took a swim inside me and the ocean joined
sea turtle spread it’s fins and pushed
away the water to move like i walk alone
on the streets of broken billboards along the
promenade of my mind
Sometimes I know I am the convulsed mind of
of my moon across the ocean
ugh, fill my microscopic heart with (black tiny
things where a large beach crosses) and my voice
is mimicking my dead heart so dull my senses
delirium!
:: 09292015 ::
THERE, the hunger! When (sometimes i
never wish them) TH0UGHTS are born
i open my mouth to DEVOUR THE WORLD
in all it’s strange tastes || the how
is less strange as why –> ghosts like
me! I am the rare paranormal flesh
that sees and feels since I once read
the Book of Knowledge (elseWhere) and it
burned my brain and soul in the Akashic
Library — the garden is beautiful and the air
has music within it’s space and light is living
and souls sprout up from the ground like children
grinning for a kiss!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves! Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
fresh-watered kisses
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love? Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
i removed myself today from focused pain
(a thing that’s so real) and heavy days
are over so i believe(d) with pale tender
white feet walking over a road
strewed with shards of reflecting memories
like my empire of thoughts
:all dirt leaving me alone
in a soul of colored pride
beneath the stains of time
and eating — like someone
who goes all like everyone
i’ve ever known, goes away –>
beating sound within my
chambered chest full of
earth’s old timid grace!
you wished to make me whole
And your tears past before
a splashy muddy mouth in
the river of my own life
:whatever i’ve become is
exulting,gentle love
in the end…
:: 07-18-2015 ::
THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!
:: 07-10-2015 ::
