I lay bare my soul to eternity
to see my clay form
from celestial breath
that I come I now lay bare
A fall from grace in human form

MY heart hurts when you lifted the sheet of the universe
revealed discarded hearts and thoughts and things
— sitting at my desk i wrote equations of my feelings
and it’s
been days since you texted me “hello”
she’s already two weeks late! Since
she felt anything upon a synthetic
smart phone-heart; i never had the
opportunity of her pleasure green-eye’d
gnomes and iridescence romantic farriers
who feel it was so much more creative
to express LIFE IN WORDS AND ONE ON ONE
OH, the gallons of flowing juices of
hurt melted feelings flowing across
the dirty streets of New York City
even though we watched the silver
snail moving across a gutter to the
silver bulb of aurora Borealis freezer
and her feisty fought the scalpel
like my heart for her love: hahaha
two souls wishing more an opportunity
to live a life…i’m right, i’m dead
i’m so nowhere and my heart hurts when
you lifted the sheet of the universe
revealing the discarded hearts and
thoughts and things of reality

:: 11112015 ::

circus ride  — throwing up
moon hangs my heart
so low I’m lost, I’m good
beauty looks fine like tender
fingers across falling tears
I know just a dove like white
lies flying in blue skies
and soul you bad for me
makes the world turn upside down
I’m lost I’m good beauty
seems so perfect until you
live within my skin
we walk a path in life
step steeping stones my foot
broke upon your words
so empty i fell into your
void so now looking for a ledge
to climb out of;
circus ride throwing up
sun high, clouds low
mist obscure my tears

fawn upon a barb wired fence

:: 11112015 ::

HEAVY(Heart floating)by
smokey narratives
the bar extended into
darkness like my own heart
where all the dead come
and some unknown faces
many known and famous
and my heart(perfectly
hugs my soul)nowhere sat here
pondering
the emotions like cigar
smoke lifting slowly
here, who there who(descended
ignorantly feeling and
two-bit minds) singing
by drunken-induced pain
and the song plays on
and i let them go
like truthful liars
and fake friends so
fair and the lips of
their dying faces
when i release their
truthful lies…
within my aching heart
i am just a shadow
with a heart.

:: 11072015 ::

i denied into the green
silence like magnet tar
a willingly heart
pit out into the morning
mourning with a warm warning
(kiss me) dyingly warm worlds
to be locked into silence
a drawn magnet tarpit trap
so i ate your cancer-soul
and drowned into your memory
wait! hey! i came here a man
from madame death babies
–breath twirling names
spinning her own fingers
and i gave the green silence
nothing//if it should never
sing. How much should i eat
your cancer if it’s not enough
for us darling. And if i sing
it’s you and my own voice —
hey? Wait. I denied into the
green silence like a magnet tar
pit trap of love….of love…
never mind/blue butterflies.

:: 11062015 ::

I smell your fear like
anyone worthy
cued by truth and
simply too Beautifully
retired through me
and language of tongues

But you are not alone

Sun speak to me strangely
excited to watch souls
squirm and it must be
forwardflung backwardSpinning
a message of hidden souls
so uninvited to top leaps
alone speaking of love like
inwardlyhness but first
know I’m so alone and you
are so uninvited with iron
physics of a universe behind
me…
I don’t think you are learning
that I need a moment to live
learning sleeping with only
several faces and a multitude
of hearts just like me hurting

“how do you sleep how?” her
smiles. Said, “we lovers learn
probably just living-dead”

:: 11042015 ::

AND silence leaves no quarter
today as all the past by time
and walls divide insanity
that insolent corrosive lever
— what contempt!

Inside, beneath the rafters
upon the attic i watch
my thoughts at night: stumbling,
fumbling touching God,
archaic streaming prose!

When everything may have seemed
fine between the moments just ago
now a face of an ‘o’ as my thinking-
thoughting shadows fade away
i bury them within my mental garden

@ithin my head a cemetery
above my mind within the attic
where my thoughts are gallows
inside my empty home.

twice then three
thrice then four
that i have known
the softly hard killing heart!
what shame to have loved
my lover, avaunt!
All eclipses are the graceful
art of the hand of life!
twice then tree
thrice then rope
a bulging knot upon the neck!
and where my tears shall fall
by the grace of wind!

I hate my mouth today
it’s Friday
hate how I feel
everyone’s a ghost
and i’m all with shadows
alone within walls
and everyone laughs
for a good night
and should i feel
When the sound
recedes like you too
a nasty thought opposite
from shame i say
when you leave my shadow
” it’s Jesus’ mother,
Mary! Mary! Mary!
yeah yeah yeah!”
I died before Him
I died before Him
and now I am all
I am and what I
am is all we are
all we are is what
I loved
all I loved
is what I am

: ~~ :

EMOTIONAL PROSTITUTE

i hate that i love you
my mouth confess
like land-locked clouds
some mist before eyes
retains confusion:
but do not let it cause
you distress
as i love you always
and again.
You are everything and
again wait here!
While i hope for your
smile — you’re so outside
the hopeless song and i’m
so tongue-tied, yet i loved
you dearly while i don’t
want to be with you;
the jealous and timid mind
knows:
So jealously and dreamy i
once loved my everything
within you so I pray God
grant another that loves you
so.

:: 10282015 ::