Category Archives: #spilled words

STIFF LAUGHTER

my funny bone
has an erection

–>(06.10.2017)<–


PROOF IS A ROOF OF TOWERS

PROOF has a
roof of towers captured
in narrow moments and,
what if you and i awaken
to discover hearts
have picked the
brimming-lit flowers of
life-passion?
(some pain too)
; our dreams that leave
our feet wet from the meadows
of time we’ve run chasing
for reasons!
and if you turn away
let it be toward the sun
and me; we that
bring light to proof
that roofs are towers
capturing narrow moments

:: 07-09-2015 ::


A G E S A G O

UnInterestEDStrokinGLY ugly
)inside(ALL OF ME)(
i watch
silently the OUTSIDE of
me lyinGLY
and hungrily hugging a
S H A D O W in this
unkempt park of my life
to feel so alive once
complete. LY
so yes i’m leaving, yes
i’m no longer believing
all the soothing suing
words of a convicted soul
I feel I fell in love with
AGES AGO
:: 07-01-2015 ::


I LOVE CHOCOLATE AND PATIENCE IS STRETCHED

Got a feeling and it hangs upon    the words of thoughts: under
the sheets of my heart
So I say I should turn aside and give you the Nation of my
own heart: when angels weep

I should give up my bag of     living tricks that keeps me
alone. Give her your heart; give me my own soul
And should clouds wrestle me to the ground then fog should
say it’s unfair ~
We are more than enough to fight for the best fight
for life and love and who would defend all?
We all have hearts and some alive and then
the others so bruised
they never beat at all

:: 06-27-2015 ::


A POET WITH EMPTY WORDS

Lost my way writing words
on my way back to life
all alone with the One
so exhausted with none
I am so surprised
no suicide
I’m strapped in a chair
with a hanging light bulb sun
and the leather upon my wrists
so tight like honey bees
stinging all the dreams of
my life:  I’m just a poet
of silver dreams weeping
and half alive with an empty
gun so I use a pencil to
stab life with all my
empty words
A silver tongue that no one
loves so I write words to
awaken me from my dream
of lonely fields
silver dreams weeping
half alive with an
empty gun

::-::


ASPHALT HEART

Skittles rolling across the road
all the colors of a rainbow
blue beetles climbing
all the muttering way into
a chasm of my asphalt heart
A hawk upon a slender pole
evolutionary eyes tearing
souls apart — SQUAWK!
A white line fever keeps me
away on a long road into the
forevermore and I cry…
I cry…within a nest where
she threw my eyes|| it’s
easy to see without eyes
it’s easy to breath without life
so easy to be simply broken
all apart

:: 06-19-2015 ::