i AM the small who
loving ALL
a large living
quietly THERE
where GOD permits
poets go to write
to be identified
with all is life
And life is spread
out upon my heart
as golden fields
a heart and soul (me)
tramples in delight
of love for words
and HIS voice
it may be too late for
men but yet early for
God i’ve once read before
and true true Emily!

:: 09-15-2015 ::

IF I should wait
for window panes
too clear for life
I should wait for soul’s eyes
to see
widow’s pain whose eyes
look back upon kinder times

To see a dying eye is two
a broken heart more than few
if I wait for window panes
then pray I allow the rain
to clear the stains
of all I feel
and life too

:: 09-15-2015 ::

BEAUTY is the god permitting
ingenious angels whom (i kissed
within a feverish dream)
that each can make its own
life. And how many times my
heart dragged a sour mouth
–sweet heart. The ache
of love glazed once over,
which is normally death
but not our own.
The promise is life
hung overhead by strength
of undeniable love.
My lover! My only one!

:: 09-13-2015 ::

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 ::

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 ::