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WHAT IS LOVE THAT LOVE DOES?

WHAT is love that love does?
Oh n’ver dies!

Shall by choice or cupid’s whim?
Our hearts decidedly care thou
art more lovely than itself as Life.

As when and then everywhere as rough winds
change life as furious seasons may,
as processional change touch brilliant stars
and as summer’s lease hath too kindly
memories of love without losing.

To be half a part of what life gave
this by chance or heaven’s course
untrimm’d; what o’ love is love
that love does?

oh n’ver dies!

:: 10.05.2021 ::


MY MOTHER AND OUR LOVE

MY MOTHER said she loved me
and bar tended drinks to keep
me clothed.

AND ONE NIGHT: she was raped
and I fought two brute men
and they destroyed mother
and me.

I wept. She wept.

The howl of despair ate
our Souls.

Then there we knew humanity
and all its pain within our
heart.

She died recently.

I died then. Many years ago.

:: 10.03.2021 ::


SCENT OF AUTUMN NIGHT

October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.

perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.

oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”

 My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
  It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
   loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.

Praise!


INSIDE MY FOOT

Fell down inside my foot  & wonder’d
will i ever be secured?

Ate the poems and children’s stories
of childhood and hung upon the chord
of my insecured    LIFE.

Butterfly poet blurry eyes — what we
think — and wish upon those good ole
days //superluminal light \\
    how organs inside our bodies
play music like an ancient orchestra
upon a wooden floor.

I want to be with mommy now.  She gave
me love and without mysterious energy
: i sometimes remember her smell when
before she just died all i remember is
her smile and love.

\ i wish i could hug just one more time/
oh turn back time to those old days
when she was my age — so stressed out.

now burning a candle of my words
now my name is clearly insane
to those days when mother sang
and those were the best of days

:: 09.28.2021 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – 080

I did it!
TO STEAL THE light
that child i am, so!
[lay] i did for me.
and myself? cried.
Did you feel the rivers?
i fed it my happy tears
drowsing water inside a
deep throat! and me/my
child-me ran we did! Upon
as ghosts upon field of
my dreams and life smelled
like daddy and mama clothes
clean: wind-swept dried
souls now dead.


A HUNDRED POEMS – 071

Does the wind weep at missed opportunities?
Never contemplated – less seen –
it knocks an entrance upon nature’s door
a friendly visit upon life’s shores!


A HUNDRED POEMS – 052

MY thoughts SO LARGE
an undetermined size
One below the trees
as another above skies!

The elements, they shape
that which perceived
and the rest by humanity!


SCENT OF AUTUMN NIGHT

October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.

perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.

oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”

 My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
  It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
   loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.

Praise!

:: 09.28.2021 ::


INSIDE MY FOOT

Fell down inside my foot  & wonder’d
will i ever be secured?

Ate the poems and children’s stories
of childhood and hung upon the chord
of my insecured    LIFE.

Butterfly poet blurry eyes — what we
think — and wish upon those good ole
days //superluminal light \\
    how organs inside our bodies
play music like an ancient orchestra
upon a wooden floor.

I want to be with mommy now.  She gave
me love and without mysterious energy
: i sometimes remember her smell when
before she just died all i remember is
her smile and love.

\ i wish i could hug just one more time/
oh turn back time to those old days
when she was my age — so stressed out.

now burning a candle of my words
now my name is clearly insane
to those days when mother sang
and those were the best of days

:: 09.28.2021 ::


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 ::