IF all the world’s pain
where a laugh
and if all the tears
were a Spring’s rain
there’d be nothing
to hate or kill for
just peace should rein
and some say
“such a dreamer’
but I wouldn’t be
the only one

:: 09-06-2015 :

IT is small
the thing
we cherish
called love
when called
becomes the
Giant of life
and this world
so much better
with Giants
called LOVE

:: 09-06-2015 ::

the severed line
of my life!
my spirit sealed;
i was away in death
no human fears;
and so many hands
that could not feel
touched my earthly
years

A constitution
of empty chairs
silent motion or force
her heart never saw
Brought by bounty
of eternal diurnal course
of tears, fears, and screams
I too was dead when alive

IT was with a bang that first I heard
a thought: sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for sparrow so immense!
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked the world
my fear for the town so profound!
The third and last pierced my heart
and brought me back to my senses!

As the firing squad
completed their task!

therein i died
remembering life as a dream!

:: — ::

i saw what i could not touch
beyond the pane of a glass
the distance a mere foot
but the reach beyond doing

Blood thicker than water
they say with a smirk
but i know the meaning
it belies the truth

Such longing is a blade
that cuts beyond the soul
with transgression as insult
a cold silence my shadow

Born into a circle as one
pushed and discarded aside
colors bleed black grey
and red dries with cries

A life review will say
in turmoil, rot and decay
what i could not this day
express to all who knew

–//–

AND i imagine the never-understood
of all insanity; to paint your canvas
like a summer’s day with knowing how
the hills roll and the breeze chills
all of what you \understood / what
i heard you say ,’i suffered for life
and all sanity’ i listened like flaming sun in summer
days of reflection hue and if morning breaks
and amber gray beneath this artist’s hand
i shall still weep because i hear, perhaps i love
you like when on this imaginary day you took
me within your heart but a world as ours
fights how portraits hang in halls of ‘i cannot forget’
and how patrons come to weep
seeing the paintings we crushed
in paint and love: i now think
i know how you tried to say to me
that you suffered all for love
and life: the world never listens
and maybe never will and if you believe in me
and if your mortal soul shall teach me how to live
walking upon a path toward the pond of our love
it’s a day where the heaven cries and the angles
sing: ‘this is what we serve for! Love and how
humans become more than jesters for flesh and the
voice that speaks from another side’

:: 09-04-2015 ::

i bet you my swizzle stick
i met you upon a wing of butterfly
i wet you taking you with a swizzle stick
i ate the night like a low-tech heart
i swizzle like a staring blind snake
i hissing in the back like blackjack
watching doom in the backroom and whatever
lies you hold true i swizzle from you
swivel neck and a political pride
of Nation heart like polliNATION lip
in my throat then through my heart
you go like tilted stick long leg
bitch makes me a golem rising from the dirt
make me your King confabulated thought
i bet you my swizzle stick
that you’ll love me by the end of day
stirring you all like my alcoholic bliss
swizzle stick

:: 09-04-2015 ::