Where I ever had my hands
upon the embroidered heart
of my soul we danced then
delightfully kissed golden
light-like that sun watching
the blue fell for night
that dark secret spot
only lovers share —
for me and you
i should spread my
humbled promise to never
reveal this beauty
outside of you:
He who wishes
for garments of Heaven
within your heart
:: 09-13-2015 ::
IF i may be. . . (maybe)
(yes, it is simple because it’s the only
thing to do!) me of all that i CAN DO
yes, i see when this (what thing?) comes unto
my smallest world; with proclaimed sweet apple-
eyes and ruby (stolen) lips of dreams
i wish i were staying in New Orleans
and working my poems in that Victorian
home of my many wishful lustfully “you”
whose walls have stretched beyond
romantic imaginations of my emptied
chamber — not that anything was ever
really there dear. And out of the well
of God and her kindness tells me a few
philosophers say I’m doing quite well!
where freedom’s mouth under a mere
wish above as breathing what-if’s which
life-fear shall never do?
dreams drowning within life’s thunderous
stormy tears of love and what-if’s YOU
:: 09-13-2015 ::
WE never know how we lived
until the curtains
come down around our knees
until the crowd says
i was good/i was bad
one dignity that delays
for all an appreciation
for having given our all
:: 09-13-2015 ::
THIS season of binded tongue unleashed like purple violet
leafs dancing in my incarcerated soul She slept beneath a wish
called deep root me an autumn smell tourniquet binding me
when i was small an old woman died called grandmother and
like all living things do: they ate for reaffirmation
of life, so now i love German Chocolate Cake
a layered and deliciously tasty cake by Sam German but now
with a trace of formaldehyde thank you grandma, haha,
you’ve preserved this memory so sweetly and I’m very indebted
to that culinary after-life taste called d.e.a.t.h.
:: 09-13-2015 ::
\mumble whisper telling me
how vacant is life’s lot
and i scribbled me how
i loved purple and words
and weekend love
it’s something like me
to be most loved in
an underworld sinks
how i feel (brilliant)anchor
world of sea salt-eyes
lost at sea it’s the
empty laugh and ghost
skin something how
no one loves me
but i love you mom
you gave me life at
sixteen and i became
the tears of your life
— semen and soldiers
brave war lovers and
dead souls too
i am dead too.
saying how much i love
you yeah. my head is
exploding thoughts!
:: 0911-2015 ::
EATING my reasons i taste how speed kills me
a reminder of how sheep bleep gotta feel how
my skin feels so outta my ‘self’ — empty lips
killing me in all ocular reason so far
from home to find me to find myself i am
refugee of love (I CAN’T HELP MYSELF)
oh how we die (flat black dress in perfect gray)
no, how we lie and speed kills
coming down a mountain and the Jesus who never
touches ground a clean toe //woke up
inside myself and in God/gold how i feel your
lips and the world flocks to a tomb of resurrection
and i found myself/stone believing
i’m a silent refugee of painful roses
loving you so outta of my reach and how i love
the one so outta of my reach….eating my reasons
i taste how speed kills me a reminder
of how sheep bleep
–outside of refugee soul machine so warm
making faces so different like these playful
words and a poet is a shadow that we never let
through to the stage of strange life! a word,
or many like a chemical between us and we love
the ground and here it comes…the tongue of
mind and our brothers and sisters seem so
invincible! A world within my heart and mind!
to be perfect just like you
:: 091112015 ::
i was born together
with you today
feeling like feather
warble-thing YOU
to be here for you
is all i do
to believe loving you
it’ll be all there
when dreams come true
you shall be together
even in silence
a memory of God.
To be loving, you.
you’ll open heart
when my dreams come true
and rather i say be a
moving sea between the
shore of love within
our souls – share bread
but eat not from that
same loaf; to be happy
so joyous but let us
please, please, listen to me
it’s taken so long –longing
for you…but let each of
you be alone give to me
each other’s keeping loving
quivering with the same music
and stand together but not too near
together: I’M Not just the same
so full of love i could burst
upon the eye of heavy tears
:: 09-11-2015 ::
a beautiful word g o t so high
say me: what i am is all i see with
-in you better than me i hate myself so much
i feel i’m a mistake but you know it’s wrong
(what should i do?)
i’m a vein bleeding saying ‘what i give i
say i love and i’m not black sheep but love’
and you love me what should i do?
i’m all the blame within the life of
my skin (somewhere, somehow i knew this
before: a dream within a memory and if i’m nude
i say give beauty a sun)
i ratted life out! Jesus too and God licks lollipop
singing while He rides a bicycle on main street
with banners of angels dancing — the people died
loving Him. So save to say i love myself and know it’s
wrong: black sheep loves me too
:: 09-11-2015 ::
I have six fingers shaking hands
I’m cheap counting heartbeats
smiles smearing roadsigns and still i try
like a road longer than me
counting hours & whitelines
and still i go where-ever i roam
my engine stone wet and humming bird oh!
where we go here we go!
MET a devil on hwy 77 burning eyes laughing
gave me a kiss yuck!
i’m so fucked up roaming
roads called America’s Dream
so here i go all alone
here i am a lost name
i’m all on my own singing
bullshit i’m a deuce dried
mouth so i parked inside my
mind at the 999 mile marker
hahaha, so my mind is set
and odometer laughs my eyes
so dry i’m delirium
road tripping rollercoaster
brain pan ripped from me
and so here i go on the road
a mind counting miles till
i’m done so here i go
all the way to delrium
:: 09-11-2015 ::
hang nail like a glider
upon my fist-pleasure finger
makes me shy how it hurts
there’s a closet where
blue-jeaned Japanese
mannequins hide like tortured
killed figurines — all in
Mori Tower that sways in
9.5 Richter dancing legs
i don’t have a reason
eating my lies
like popcorn unseasoned
and no butter please
ass weasels eat me
if i do so i don’t
and Alice i hate you
and that big pink gapping
hole you ran down o god,
here again i go: you
followed Les Bea Anne Lovers!
hahaha…i’m so silly and
sometimes wonder why you aren’t?
Hello? Fellow poets who wear
vagina’s and penis’ — reduced
to zero if that’s all you are!
hahaha…fake flakes of glittering
souls wishing someone_THING makes
you kiss life
:: 09-11-2015 ::
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