Solid legs / \ my grand preying
mantis )attack( my nature
ate scissorCutter leafs
yourSoul e y e s.
slender casing souled
my love to God! I see!
no, wish I did! you there!
Panther thoracic mouthSoul!
A beauty so not of this world!
[we are alike in our role of few lines where we are the misunderstood]
:: 11-04-2014 ::
i crawl out my mouth
in spoken words
unheard by mostly the world
i drink the life by eye
letting light kissing me
and the people, the
strangely misplaced
a thing not of this world
i consider ably that i do
to keep my distance from
them too
:: 11-02-2014 ::
“i am ugly but i dream”
said the toad.
“And I am wings,
but just butterfly”
said the forest princess.
And the dream with wings
flew toward the morning glory,
and all her dew;
and nothing could deny
the forest bloomed
in a marriage of
hope and despair!
:: 10-28-2014 :
FRIEND: And where are you from?
ME: I’m from another place far away,
which no one can visit from here.
FRIEND: How is that?
ME: Do you believe in time travel?
:: /\::
Could silence speak,
what might it say?
Invariably it’s message
should be:
“If I speak, could you
hear? If you’ve listened,
then my voice you know.”
I, my soul and mouth
speechless…
and silence spoke to me!
:: 10-27-2014 ::
my bottledWord by sea,
tossing dipping
drowing almostly by
squalls and the hot
blood of ocean
My penKnew inklings,
like severeKraken
gripping timeHearts
And where my heartWords?
Wash ashore — neatly
within my bottledSoul
only the future knows,
but myTimeBymoments
— my future friend,
I do love you like
today — I wear you
when I swim!
:: 10-22-2014 ::
My feet so tiny,
by comparison
to life!
My mouth a hole,
one I never knew!
Life consumes me,
and thoughts too,
like…
tinyEyes upon
a broadBare face,
eaten tearsby time.
And the criminal,
love that steals!
A goodness lit me
when a morrow rose!
:: 10-24-2014 ::
I have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.
:: 10-25-2014 ::
i watched a bug cross
a hear(t) – hearing,
listening to a tune
// celestial whore //
and the fingerGod
of myMind squashed
the meaning of itsLife
then i knew the mud
and the strife of
DNA and the life
sparkingHearts (–)
Life, not so precious
unless the mind
can kill it +
:: 10-25-2014 ::
So you took, to run
across the dandalion
when we broke up.
i saw the color
like fire beneath
the path of your feet
i took the paint
of your pain,
and drew you:
a summer’s day
of lovely people
kissing, laughing.
So sweet, you – lips!
i never knew angel,
until i met you.
And softly i live,
in that memory.
So soon we left
the impossible room
of a great life,
but i still paint you
with the morning’s light.
Your portrait —
always a part of me
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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