IF when facing Life
with one mouth
and one word
it shall be,

“Oh!”

:: 07-21-2015 ::

AND summer feels folded
inside dreams of seasons
which clearly are you
the always ‘reason’ i
may-might express in all
drunkenness of this love
i have:  AND if one
such is a fluttering
wing of precious white
dove feather as you,
i dream i express my
lips upon the paradise
of your virgin heart!
‘i’ is so small and yet
i is so large and what
of it?  if love is me
then love clearly is
like-when i say hello
to you and you smile
and bite your lip
and i love you the more
most biggest ever of
my feeling!

:: 07-19-2015 ::

IN the large light of
a loving tongue
and gold is pink lips,
so understood!
i am so construed
by the gallop of
my beating heart ||
and if you understand
conjugated by two souls
of mine and yours
and it’s love within
the hands of a sudden
fastidious expressive
explosion, it’s understood
and while this
Everywhere and Thing
i hold close to me
to comprehend the
innocently doomed
o my love oh if you
never ask me why i
never say goodbye to you
(so understood) she’s
everywhere with-where i am
and if love is understood

:: 07-15-2015 ::

i must say the words
are hungry always
looking for a home
either paper or heart
is all the same!
and if life gives you
a face and you
another — i say
be both and not
one other!
Life is temporary
but heaven and hell
well, are always
hungry for a poet!

:: 07-15-2015 ::

i AM when the tired day begins
to frail and no thing more:
but writing words!
to see words crawl upon
the knee of me
as spiders with bright
painted talons upon their
legs: i am no one in a
position to relent
this part of horror: and then
sometimes pure love ~~
the town bell sparks sound
whose grave i have already
dug and slept within!
a heart i held within chest
and gave opportunity to love
and now the darkness becomes
a sun so black i am thankful
to finally be home!
:: 07-12-2015 ::

yesterday i had a feeling so real
oh so me-oH! I FELT you should
rescue me cause i’m just a lost
soul in the ocean of life
AND years have pasted and so i lost
any feeling of survival : together,
love mends lives or breaks hearts
and i saw the shark of your heart
swimming my waters…yeah
so i sent a message in a bottle
pleading death ??????
And this morning was beautiful
like pinks and reds and a breeze
and AN OCEAN LINER with a line
saying, “we saw a heart sinking
toward the depths of despair!”
and i keep the meaning of you
inside the skeleton closet of
survivors who should never despair
and i loved you — once!

:: 0711-2015 ::

oh, so lonely are the stop lights
like life we try to hide that keeps
us running hard
well, yes it’s a memory that keeps
hanging upon the apron strings of
souls who serve love upon a plate
of porcelain-hearts
Still, tears that shaped my heart
and somewhere broken dreams ;
willows weeping i catch their
tears in a cup of all my own heart
and i hear her voice in the night
and she hears my verse – i spend
eternally where we left off: i’m
tears she caught from me and what
she used to be and we’re forever
young: the kiss of a wish i wish
i could forget and the night has
it’s own voice /\/\/\
i wish i could never hear

:: 07-11-2015 ::

“i feel pretty good”
says the puppet
with your fingers
inside my guts
the finger prints
touching my vulva
and i hate
how your third
finger never reaches
my heart!

:: FUCK YOU ::

ANCHOR weight upon the
hull of my skin
and down below the waves
i met a friend or five
i was ship-wrecked
didn’t say life guard!
AND now down in the park
with hundreds of thousands
met the shadow who killed me
didn’t scream ‘help me’
i am the soul who bleeds
I magma like mother earth
it’s not quite the same
as flesh and bone but you
know ~~ souls are the same
WHATEVER you live
AND ‘WHO’ is a mind-blown
thought: ~~>i don’t think
just feel i heard your voice
and if i touch your heart
:someTHEN some like one you

:: 07-10-2015 ::

if a poetry is ANYBODY  (ydobyna) INSIDE-OUT
turned sideways and outside IN

is anyone      curious to know what
poets feel? AND if        money or fame is purposed
by focused glasses of magnified lens of fame
then let the word-smith burn ants upon hills
But if somewhere with (it does seem within
the cavity of our chests) prose speaks to us then
let him or her write it down for humanity! i think there
is something to passion when a heart is mixed
with words and no desire for financial advancement
to let no no say:
‘your words are worthless’

:: 07-08-2015 ::