my mind my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic architect
what I dream i pull
from sub-
consciousness
a though-form a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
from tears to joy

I WISH TO LIVE!

——~~~~~~——

I am free(within my mind)
(I am slave)within my skin
and catch my dreams
within this chilling land
I am free within my skin
within my mind I am slave
just a confusing artist
who maybe should neer
express beyond a boundary
of love or mind.A bloody rose

:: 09-01-2015 ::

Melancholy ? Is not me!
the item on isle #1
next to ‘organic food’
is where marketing horror
sits nearly aside cards and
little children
poetry is no produce
but thinner than air
eventually all our
last breath!

:: 08-27-2015 ::

Be still while
I kiss you
like WIND mornings
bring that sun
Be still my lover
like the grand butterfly
sitting still for nectar
My heart is there with you
all of it and me

:: 08-22-2015 ::

TOOK every chance now
no redeeming coupon
in pocket i am no lying
tongue just got this one
word (way to go bro
and thanks a lot)
“cool”
so you know
gonna spread a lot of love
no no no — it’s cool
taking flight upon this dream
she has her name written beneath
iridescent wings
this Lady Love called
“Candy stick” and frankly,
i saw frankie spank the scene
took one slap to make the world
twirl swizzle stick made her glow
way on down in Texas where
the devil has (a) summer house
San Antonio Texas
where the roads melt summer
rivers between all Mother Nature’s
ample breasts//motor boat
rotor rooter rooster killing throat
armadillo sweating on hwy 1863
the beautiful cyclist peddling
peddle-sweet on a crack of life
oh let it rain let it rain
then in blasphemy disengaged
perspicuous veracity so i can speak
to my girl in all our ‘got that fire’
zero, light zone all alone all alone
so i’m having trouble to sleep
still i try
now i sleep with seaweed
and long clawed lobsters
tickling me oh no here we go!

:: 08-22-2015 ::

THEY drop as by the dead
My vacant
processional funeral
Like the barren field s
upon my face
— so slip my tears
beyond the reach
of all broken hearts
Sorrow do drown
an empty Soul —
the bitter debt of Life,
my regrets

:: 08-26-2014 ::

& sweet humming these smiles
cascading waving waters
in your lovely eyes
bell toll’ng in wishes
on some(like) green Irish Earth
splattering echo’ing lust
their Arms are not long as mine
those dreaming armies of mine
where i should have/not-had stepped
accord of peace
my lover.
We said pain
felt thing that has no name
but we tried
now i know war is a heart
that never stops bleeding
until you Remember:
once we loved

:: 08-22-2015 ::

WHEN better
laughter
that carved sun
this piece
i gave yourful
larger of my
smallest heart!

should you smell
the pink-rose
of my heart:
humble A
thunderous
whenWONDEROUS
pieces of little-
ME we rained
feeding greenery
forgetting hearts
–my soul pulls a
thunderCloud forever
towards missed love
life toward walking
wet roads of Spring’s
l i f e

:: 08-22-2015 ::

IN impossibility we glanced
many-twice? There. In the
moonlight we now see as
morning-lit regret?
never me
? of you a mystery
wishing i dipped the cup
of my life within your stream
–the Never-be
so there, we are all alive
: we/us fighting for love
and the dead? What do they say?
silly fools! All of you!
the little children of life
hopscotch skipping hearts as
though they are games!

:: 08-22-2015 ::

WHEN better
laughter
that sun carved
this piece
i gave yourful
larger of my
smallest heart!

should you smell
the pink-rose
of my heart:
humble A
thunderous
whenWONDEROUS
pieces of little-
ME we rained
feeding greenery
forgetting hearts
–my soul pulls a
thunderCloud forever
towards missed love
life toward walking
wet roads of Spring’s
l i f e

:: 08-22-2015 ::