LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!

Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!

O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!

And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;

This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!

:01-14-2018:

WITHIN my heart
and Spirit
I have two hands
holding you
Within my breath;
your voice too
, my undying love.
And dreams of you
I dream as more
that of
holding onto you
AS tender with candor
– which joins
and sings the Goddess
of longing Love
and of innocence the
first kiss — the blush
of kindness; and HOPE
(wherein all indred
Souls feel blessed)
And you; a service
of life and love and
A DREAM of life —
Defies natural elements
that deceive doublt,
I accept the offer.

:: 01-12-2018 ::

Your mind is enough for my Soul,
and your breasts freed to sway.

What is will/be is enough and
I keep my severe dreaming away!

I saw your golden cord climbing
above your nest that rises out
of the mouth to heaven.

And all illusions as a drying
painting of enormous proportions
that cupped flowers and abstained
from all human thinking —
the immovable body against the
irresistible force — THUNDER
like eternity in flight like
a wave.

The greatest smallest creatures!
The smallest biggest lies!
The irrefutable truths against
The deepest paradoxes know!

If you are sad — a lonely voyage!
Like the clouds engulfed in storms
I have spoken through pines and
cold soil — through fire and
full blown masts across the seas!

You are the vintage nature of all;
a people with high raised hills of
strength and nostalgic voices.

I awake each morning before the
sun to watch the birds flee —
back into the nest of your love!

:: 12-31-2017 ::

A LITTLE bite of love
upon life’s silver tray
that we took; believing
luck as life — a beautiful
thing.

:: 12-28-2017 ::

IF. that you may hear me
and my feelings
morphed into scribbling
dying, weak words
as the fading light behind
evening clouds.

The necklace, called love
around our suffocating
necks as blue grapes.

And today i watched a
blue jay from across
a lifetime fly away.

Like wishes, memories
and lies; they are equally
yours and mine.

Like watching paint dry
upon a damp wall.
We both too blame for this
cruel sport called Love.

And so many intimately
who knew our dance;
left after the music

Stops.

And now i wish to wish
a restart but not within
this skin or life.

The next reincarnation.

:: 12-28-2017 ::