i twisted my soul inside
of your_NO and did not
weepingly cry it’s so
spreaded f e e l i n g s
ooVER tOWER ‘s MOon
the leSSly creature which_
broken snapped i did it’s
neck to breathe –>>me

whO perfectly sent
bits of brilliant pieces
toward someWhere i call
home: and my congregated
lit spot of sparkling
nonsense is shouting,
“i (just me) wish
a sliver of meaning
about this all!”

:: 07-30-2015 ::

OH mirror in my heart what is love
and if i should sail through life would
seasons of my life follow?
so i took a walk around up toward a mountain
where the clouds kiss the ground and oh mirror
in my heart what is love can i make it through
all the changes of life and the seasons — well,
hmm, i have been so afraid of love and loss that time
has made my soul so old until i saw the smile
of a child within my heart so i walk up toward the
mountain of life and ah, i can see how foolish
humans can be so afraid but love is time
and as we go through life love becomes the bolder
as a teacher wishing we’re getting older and more wise
so i’m now building life around change and i’m bolder
too — oh mirror in my heart
i know what is love now

:: 07-25-2015 ::

even WINGS
in sunlit burst-KISS
me as i purple-pink
you; love
we two know
smiles
as when i hug
the immense whole
of what i see in you
oh God! i should cry
if laughter did not
stumble God telling
me — YES! Two points
of a period within
a comma of life!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

BY caster lit moonlight
I ate ambivalence;
where Sun spread her
sheets upon the Earth’s
green bedding
and the fairies muddle
flittering in red roses
and river oh river
hushed it’s running
heart for this moment!
as green and gold spoke
between night’s gasping
inviting new promise
this new day!

:: 07-29-2015 ::

WISH i could be all of me without all the fights
and wouldn’t it be something so new
i’m so deeply affected // infected by love
and so I write ‘i feel i have no right’
taking all the blame then joking i knew
it’s how the merry goes round and I throw up
from this dizzy life and oh what fun
scary, scary times in the sun
guess i’m so easily amused
kissing the circus clown and hugging
all the carnies of this life beneath the big
top tent wishing I was so like you and salt
within the wound of my eyes and in my
heart so I know life is kaleidoscope
and in the sun in the wind I scream:
‘Scary! Scary!’
and so i dance with the dancing bear
and watch the clown on the high wire
and balloons kissing the big tent skies
we are all we are and all we know
so hello hello hell no on well it’s so

:: 07-28-2015 ::

VIOLINE I: Oh lovely life oh my love Oh love i say i adore you

violin ii: tears weep my mouth in all i feel seeing you

Viola: if love is God then i have met Him in Glory

Violoncello und Kontraba:

my dear, i am honored to be here with you now

the seasons were long and suns came up and

then silently went beneath my wishes

oh, i saw you in the sparrow and the green
tallest grasses my sweetest love
and now together!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

and Spring(tide
pulls are gentle
tugs upon hearts)
no.ne_I>LOVEme
and did ->who
knew one ever
(knew the sound
of an ocean in
a kept shell)
i envy sand
that someTHING
takes it away!
but not love
in my own life!
So, the song of
waves my keeper;
keeps me alive
and you — lost
at sea.
the flotsam vomit
jetsam blood!

:: 07-25-2015 ::

i kissed the life of my heart
knowing someday i’ll walk up
toward the stairs to a place
where i can see everything
and i have no regrets
i walked across a path of fire
laughing but my tears put them out
and i was no one to be sure and
even not what you knew.
In a tree by a river where we
kissed there is a nightingale
that sings “do we really know,
do we really wonder” i am one
of those voices who stand lonely
and do you really know // i wonder
oh, do you really know — i wonder
And i gave all of my soul to the
Queen but the Knight and Brook
took away the board of my life
and the council of 12 laughed
so i really wonder

:: 07-25-2015 ::

FEAR becomes my river
it flows into me
as the tides pull
my spirit away;
it is mine forevermore,
and i’ll never let it go

i kissed the mask
of a familiar thought
that worships hearts
all the hope so heaven-high,
like me, so unfulfilled in you.

and i say, “i am the river
of gold where hopes and fear die–
and you reach out your slender hand
but i cannot slay your demons
so they remain just for you to kill

and what i am is not what you wish
and what you need is a sweet friend
who can never go away in the end
i am the white knuckled one
who has lost everything — there’s
no more for me to give

a voice by bamboo stilts, and stains
by time, as small people, without
dislike or suspicion

and everyone i know is a ghost
i gave my heart to the dead
her name, Emily E. Dickinson
how can i ever let her down
since she knows more
across the other-side

:: 07-25-2015 ::

if i should ever use famous
words or expressions
i wish you to give me
LIPS of dying wishes
(i really unlike hating
would-be poets and politicians
and religious perverts —
give me a lemmon in my drink
of water: i soon forget them
all. But .please. tell me
something new in abstractly
spoken feeling || i wish to
believe you are alive.
everyONE i have known that
excited my mind is NOWdead
–>are<— you?

:: 07-24-2015 ::