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Silver Moon


See?  I was walking.  A baby with tiny feet.
So cute.  Where ever i choose again.
Rain love from women.  Nothing but hugs
in big breasts smothered i knew.
I was the one with nothing but love
and I don’t know what it means.


Love hates whores.  The sound is true.
Listen in a field of flowers singing
they turn their petals for you.
Yeah, the moon is silver until it
sees the love bestowed upon you.
like to sing shoot but know what it means


We can have more?  No, cause nature as
a whore says you are not worthy of me
and they say earth and soil shoots her
squirt in the face of offenders

You know what it means.  


HATE ME tell me i am dead
Wait now, until i’m here
Dread love, say it again
Love you — when i’m here

Love me because
i’m Jesus’ child
i’m not the only one
i’m not the only one

Taste me
tell me i;m honey
like a buzz’d bee
stinging you
waking you alive

Rape my Soul
Suck my silver cord
lick me again
waste me angel again

I was the only one
I was the lovely one
Hive me my mind
waste me again

Bee buzz bite
taste me again
i’m Jesus’ chld
kill me again

Love me
Lick my honey again
tell me i’m lovely
taste my honey
stinging you
so lick me bee
buzz bite me

:: 03.21.2023 ::

A Marriage of True Minds

Love, a pure and steadfast force,
Has not within its heart remorse,
Nor does it sway with changing tide
Or bend when sorrows do abide.

Love is the compass of the soul,
That guides us through life’s endless shoal,
A star that shines both bright and clear
Even when storms and tempests near.

Though Time may wither youth and grace,
Love endures, a constant trace,
And bears all things to the very end,
Beyond the realm where earth does blend.

If my words are false and unwise,
Then let my tongue be silenced, and my pen despised.

:: 03.21.2023 ::

I Too I Do

I too, i do.
How love flitters
away from lost souls
beyond heaven
away from dreams too.

My love, the love,
that died by words
and actions so cold

i do, and did,
do die

forgiving fear
within this loving

:: 03.21.2023 ::

How Love Knows No One

How love knows no one
Why imagine it
when we kill
and die for all
religion and politics

That we never get it
but the world turns
we without precious
posessions or brother-
hood or sisters

we cry and we’re not
like everyone

We believe
and leave our yesterdays
as shadows hanging over
beating hearts

i say there’s something

When we were younger
and loved playing games
i say now there’s something

And how we need a place
to hide away.

:: 03.21.2023 ::

A Hundred Poems XIV

What spirit imbues that flesh! A love like that of a mother’s best,
with twinkling eyes and a heart of gold, that mystical flair that balances dew
upon the soothing green blade, touching your father’s heart too!

And you tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath to all,
a fiery and tender twinkle that brings joyous tears to your father’s eyes,
with the moon and bird-songs following you forevermore!

Your lovely grace in turmoil will make his heart always beat for you,
the world and all its gifts of gold and position are not as valuable
as that tender spot where angels dance, the room where I first met you.

That spot must have the best cot that shall forever remain my home,
you are a fair bloom of sweet beauty, fairer than roses bringing the bright noon-day,
more valuable than grass, rain, or the cold kiss of a winter’s night,
because it’s what’s inside of you, not your fur or appearance, that’s dear,
it’s the bloom that comes from the heart, and that’s what I keep.

What soft breaths of wind, what autumn songs from the skies that day,
and what beauty was not lost, comes from the cleft of the heart,
the heart that I hold in mine, to your father, who now with silent eyes fixed,
weeps tears of the heart for you,
From Heaven above have come

(rev) 03.19.2023

Could I Be


Could I be the electric flame
That burns within your deepest frame?
As science holds answers yet unknown,
May we have a chance to be shown?

Slowly reveal to me your frigid breath
Like winter’s flow, so cold as death,
For everyone claims both right and wrong,
As we hold on through the night so long.

We’re caught in danger, engulfed by wrath,
Yet it feels so right within our path,
As hollow as the winter’s chill,
I cannot let go, I must feel still.

No wrongs, no rights, but the way we last,
In frozen kisses, our passion cast,
Could I be more than what I seem,
To break free from this hollow dream?

Might I be that electric flame
That kindles deep within your frame?
As science holds its secrets tight,
May fate allow our paths to unite?

Reveal to me your wintry breath,
So cold it chills me to the depth,
For every voice claims right and wrong,
As through the night we hold so long.

We’re caught in danger, seized by ire,
Yet deep inside we feel desire,
As hollow as the winter’s air,
I cannot release this endless care.

No wrongs or rights, just what we last,
With frozen kisses as time has passed,
Might I become more than I seem,
And shatter this hollow, endless dream?

With love and heart, my soul ablaze,
I long to kindle passion’s blaze,
And be that electric spark,
That ignites your soul, pure and stark.

So let us dare to take the chance,
And dance with fate in love’s wild dance,
For in your deepest frame I see,
A love that burns so bright and free.

:: — ::

And I love Her

Verse 1:

Oh, such a little pinch, and yet so much grief
Sittin’ on a park bench, findin’ some relief
Me and the bench, we’re just like two peas
In a pod, we’re the only ones that truly see


In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

Verse 2:

The bench is baked, but it’s where I find peace
Soulful comfort, from the pain it does release
The song of the birds will never truly die
But this grief, it’ll fade away with a sigh


In this solemn park, where the birds fly
My soul’s undercovered, my heart’s asking why
As the last refrain of nature’s song fades
I know this grief won’t leave, it just cascades

\as free birds fly as hearts released.
/seeing my love you see — and i love her.

:: 03.19.2023 ::

Taking My Time Sleeping

when i’m in the middle of dream
i love you so carefully
walking inside your Soul

Everybody seems to think
i’m Crazy
i run and walk into the
trees with weeping willows
i cry – like a dream

I’m just me | poet so poor
and weeping

Everybody thinks I’m lazy
they think i’m crazy
until one poem catches fire
and then they realize

I’m only sleeping.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


A voice inside and out,
deep in the woods,
whispers, “I am the One you know.”
Waiting for the 112 bus,
the egg man appears.
In the musty city,
humans and mimics abound,
but the small guy with one eye
calls himself egg man.
In 1799, we sailed
from our English gardens
and found you.
Simulating futures
like peacocks spreading feathers,
we lovers, poets, and wizards
ka-choo ka-ka-choo with abandon.
Finding her heart,
how sweet it can be,
but she doesn’t know what he is.
She needn’t care;
to love is to be everywhere,
like love never dies.

No one can deny
something is there,
how good it can be,
beside me.

:: 03.19.2023 ::