THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders
The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming
But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.
And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!
:: 12-23-2017 ::
break my heart
I’ll be back again
Cause I once said goodbye
But I love you so much
Because I said once goodbye
So You, I love you
i’m the one who
has many things
to do
But I won’t pretend
I thought you realized
if I ran away from you
I’d come back again!
So, I love you so
the one that loves you
And you have better things
to do — to break my heart
once again.
I’m not trying to pretend
that if I ran away from you
I’d have a surprise– never
knew you’d break my heart
— I wanna go but hate to
leave you; hate to leave you
But if I run away from you
you come — the one who has
many things to do
this time I’m not trying
to pretend and I hate to
leave you– if you break
my heart I’ll be back again.
:: 12-21-2017 ::
I’m all out of hope
just one more jolt
to bring the fall
When I’m thinking
of my home so far
away it’s so easy
to disbelieve
It’s all a heart
without a face
Listen to my voice;
spent so much time
My words are so sad;
makes love true
It’s all a heart
without you
And when I am
so far away
tell me it’s easy
to deceive
A heart without a face
A heart without a face
Till you embrace
I’ve dreamed so many truths
I’ve dreamed so many you’s
I’ve spent so much time
To keep the dream alive
That’s what makes me sad
Trying to make it true
A heart without a face
A heart without a face
I’m about you.
And all hearts have face
And all faces fear
to embrace.
:: 12-19-2017 ::
THE heart has feet and bravely walks —
Frequently are of no color but all
frequently are of all hurt souls
Frequently are the dreams of all.
My own Spirit
My own screams
My own broken heart
And back to the square
of needing
As often a cranny
Where it used to be-
Shifts the paradigm
And Earth upon Axis turned!
The Council of twelve performed!
:: 12-19-2017
Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.
But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.
My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.
I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.
That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.
So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.
And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!
:: 12-17-2017 ::
I shall walk the sidewalk
into the underground
where souls have no mouth
nor agenda
Wet soil deeper than
the crust of life
and cocci dry clay bursts
dead souls and
their aged bones
And my window to life
– below the ground
the shards of sun
baking my heart
and all of life!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
My dear in pink
I love your color
I go, you speak.
My love never say
la belle damsel
regrets.
So soft, agreed
So nice we know
your words are so
inside of me —
la belle damsel
regrets.
I see your eyes
I feel your thighs
It’s a deep vanity
we’re lost for words
this account for love
So long a time
a space to say:
“Ever you speak
then to cry we laugh
we know in time we kiss
again, so to speak
To know a space so well
What it was and is
and came to be;
and willed to be
so i listen, you speak
la belle damsel
regrets.
:: 12-14-2017 ::
:: Rev: 02-24-2018 ::
A young young man
a soul so old
a heart full of gold
a mind full of worry
a spirit like fire
My my oh my!
Stepping tripping over words
formulating ghosts from the
world — like all society!
Today is conception aborted
like unpainted canvases
unwritten novels
half spoken truths
Just going from failure to failure
without losing yourself
like the life journey; taking
the first step of a thousand miles
A conversation (catch the myth,
catch the drift, catch the mystery)
And all is a dream so big and we
all dare to fail!
Today’s soul is so high on tech
what you think
what you speak so loud most
cannot hear!
The young one
with a soul so old!
a heart full of hope
A mind full of worry
a spirit like fire!
My my, oh my!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
One .. two … one …two
three ..
Met my love long distance
— we just came from far away
seemed we both were doing
nothing busy when we met
when we met each other
I had a frog within my throat
she spoke –> threw all of
me outside outside my heart
and croak went the frog
Words so cool–> OOOH yeah
thunder lightening times
like stars spoke to me;
thunder like a stroke;
her voice was my heart
her voice — i think,
i think (i love her)
So sweet like sweet fruit
nothing but kindness
the kind’a love like
forever is a promise.
Yea, her.
I had come from diaster
like a war or two —
when she walked into
the outdoor outdoor
of my phone — thus
became the love over
time. She built, like
a statue of love;
she so bright –>
a kind like electricty,
oh she ; know I love her
Ah she is the one I love
Such love like butterflies
and flowers pollinating me
She is the /Queen Bee\
The queen bee.
And I love her!
Love her!
:: 12-07-2017 ::
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