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LONELY TRAVELER THROUGH TIME

AS my heart aches and it’s mind-numbing pain
you became that dark light side of me
my sense, as though i drank hemlock drunk
or smoked some dull opiate to the drain
As time-space sided with Love and my mouth
sang:  one minute past and Lethe-wards sunk:
unspinning time toward my past where my
best friends  sang:  ’tis not through envy
of they happy lot.’  They wished to hear
what i saw in my miserable visions of
future.  I was the game of the big city.

Love wax cold;  women wearing pants
and men wearing dresses.  And what i
saw i n’ver say as diction of mouth
could give summer and winter —
fire or ice and ooh i saw 22nd century
life in all my wizardry vain.  

I sang upon One World Trade Center
“o soft embalmer of time and still
this midnight with streaming tears
and embower’d from sacred light,
those who died enshaded in eternal
divine.  Oh!  Soothest sleep.

And more.  Conveyance. Water for wishing,
dresses and food for a weak want.
The future world of abundance but no one
there understands the miracles of this
living.

::  09.26.2021 ::

AS my heart aches and it’s mind-numbing pain
you became that dark light side of me
my sense, as though i drank hemlock drunk
or smoked some dull opiate to the drain
As time-space sided with Love and my mouth
sang:  one minute past and Lethe-wards sunk:
unspinning time toward my past where my
best friends  sang:  ’tis not through envy
of they happy lot.’  They wished to hear
what i saw in my miserable visions of
future.  I was the game of the big city.

Love wax cold;  women wearing pants
and men wearing dresses.  And what i
saw i n’ver say as diction of mouth
could give summer and winter —
fire or ice and ooh i saw 22nd century
life in all my wizardry vain.  

I sang upon One World Trade Center
“o soft embalmer of time and still
this midnight with streaming tears
and embower’d from sacred light,
those who died enshaded in eternal
divine.  Oh!  Soothest sleep.

And more.  Conveyance. Water for wishing,
dresses and food for a weak want.
The future world of abundance but no one
there understands the miracles of this
living.

::  09.26.2021 ::


UNKNOWNS

Oh boy! How we carry onward and carry weight a long time
i sing blues and watch with the saddest eyes — i could never
send you an invitation toward my world but I carry that weight for
ever and only ask a few moments to read the words my heart
bleeds today.

Every light, every day, every night and i sing to myself:

this youthful life has been such a cold weather oh yea
and i sing,

“it’s alright cause your small smiles return
to the sun everyday — and the sun sun sun feels and knows”

In all my simple poor life i have seen the eyes of dying ones
and some places have others that lived great lifes
in this world: some are good and others remain as echoes
of dead voices but within my life I have loved them all
the same.

But in this blue marble hanging in deep space i think of love
and how we all change forever == some for the best and others
drifting through time without lovers /// some dead — some living \\
but within my Life I love them all.

But of all these friends and lovers there is no one that compares
to you and all these poet’s words : are my life and I love you more.

:: 09.26.2021 ::


LITTLE SOUL

OH little soul —  rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now.  And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder)  she is the warmth of love.

(somewhere within her smile she knows)

Oh the movement you need is upon your knees:  crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!

Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.

Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know.  How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.

What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.

Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms.  As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and  believe me:  let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try?  Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.

Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain.  Let me know the way.

Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.

:: 09.26.2021 ::


NOCTURNES, OP 09123432, NO. 203492320394 1 in F MINOR

SOFT HEART? Foot upon my spirit step lover.
SCREAM Lipaugus vociferans bird of my heart
My girl with long legs and hard tied eyes
golden crests of fallen leaves of dreams
— best: the world is rough if you never
dream but dreams oh dreams a hard long smile
melts my impatience.
Yes. If you guess. This is whom paints
your world and creates your life.

Singing exquisite birds ::: my best
creation.

:: 0918.2021 ::

VULGARITY is a human element.
It is not me. I am not human.


(and how our world of 2021 needs beautiful words and imagery)

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::


DENIED BY NIGHT’S FACE

REMEMBER ME? Denied as night’s face
you took love and spread it across those
golden fields of gold
shadowless prey?
i bring peace : moon of all days &
Watched the western pressure of these skies
move – predicted an end so we never began.

EXTRACTED hate from whispering grass?
how clamped lips starved joy in time
and starved space. And golden peace.

You will remember when the northern moves
and love’s murdered eyes dissects
to mere faded memories __
while we walk upon burnt fields and closing
skies.

True, we never promised years or faithful love.

:: 09.17.2021 ::


A REPUBLIC NATION BLEEDING

MIND is summer days within white apples blue pills by society that prescribes law
and if you go asking neighbors they hide from thinking words
— stay small says government and do nothing at all –>
BECOME ours.

And if you go chasing freedom they will come after you
:::::: first freedom of thought then votes and body.
the womb already lost.
And the last ones with no eyes at all:
less than small creatures.
“I promise you’ll fall” they sing.
When men are women and women are less…
when generals wear pink tails — and
subjective logic and UCMJ then the
world turns upon it’s head — REMEMBER
what America means. What the world
knew. Go ASK NATIONS how far you fell
and say we knew nothing at all — oh
the call: soul and spirit upon chessboard
and knight moved but queen called.
I THINK YOU KNOW. WHEN PROPORTION
MEETS THE TALKING BACKWARD CONGRESS.

FEED YOUR HEAD
feed your head.

:: 09.16.2021 ::


13,000 POEMS

Today I wrote my 13,000th poem.
I have no idea what it means but do know I might be mentally ill.
Yes, I believe that’s it.


A HUNDRED POEMS – LIV(ODE TO ETUDES OP. 25, NO. 12 IN C MINOR (CHOPIN))

Passion where is thy heavenly gift ?
Beg I do for pastures of romance &
love thee — my angel follow me too in
Kindness — compassion for all thy life
Understandings; wisdom from burning fire
Heaven thou, dream I giveth prayer to
Love is thy reason for living life
and desires for love escapes thy flesh
afire angelic wings kissing devil’s lips
a Christ-passion for all high and low

:: 04-29-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXVI

I think today I broke a word within my ignorance!
I did the deed within my garden to stab with spade
upon a letter within the soil where lay the bee!
And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder:
‘Oh! It cannot BE!’