DREAMING sweet dreams of you
where every night
i see you then thoughts
(of my own heart) asks: why can’t
i have you?
WHEN I ache deeply and you smile
when we met again it seems i’m not
the one for you and i could never hate
you : it’s just dreaming sweet
dreams of you
Oh heart! why do you say things
i know are not true?
i should look forward and not into the past
so my heart says hello to you
When I dream tonight i should dream alone
and know i should never wear the ring of love
i’ve been dreaming of//

:: 07-08-2015 ::

if being: dreamed, wings
i should fly toward
the biggest hill
i speak (and forgive me)
whatever is between
these hills and dreams
my dearest sweetest heart
if thereinmy sincrestmouth
you should taste my love dear
bright eyes –>there drifts
like a woman within a dream
and Now i say: what if
i c ould say more?
the heavens would roar!

:: 07-07-2015 ::

Wish) become so big
\innocence/
i lack-lock your scorn
of easily hatred of
being me ~~ tomorrow is a
dream tonight
and time: could
it take away? take away dreams !
? There are no corners
for questions and they
– which-wish become
more! No here dear
only love if you may
(quiet softly know)me
i/dove\ dying-ly
believe in you if
something believes
me

:: 07-07-2015 ::

THERE you sat with
never beginning
eyes upon the chair
me: the thought
it thin like you,
Strawberry cheese
cake bang – thoughts
and i am severely no
thing and no one ever
a soul without a
voice writing words
the ‘who’ who h ea rs
me i am severely sorry
for being quiet.
–child who
become adult
and child who
never died inside
flowers of holiness
|| adults !

:: 07-07-2015 ::

COMPRESSED emotions
are as enticing as
short poetry ~~
shortened  verses
to reach hearts!

:: 07-05-2015 ::

i shall know you are more fucked
than me ~~~~ i should say i am
more screwed by life but then again
i do not wish to gain advantage over you
because i do love you but if i say life
wrought fear and pain it is toward me wholly
and i say something spared you my lovely
broken-winged dove; two air creatures
walking upon ground one knows and the other
no idea what happened of her! So lovely
one, i am the black dove just for you
the air adores your broken wing and i
your soul! i can fly but stay with you!

:: 07-05-2015 ::

My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smile
that hides with expectations
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion
larger
shrinking)
dearest love
Perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
a bluejay egg within my
throat!

:: 07-03-2015 ::

It is so long since i have felt

summer and smiles
with rolling wheels upon
pondering dreams when
was is more than then
the What/Is my own
mystery lost to the Ages
so long since I have
been
someone to love
with warm heart
what is never meant
can sometimes be
you and me

:: 07-03-2015 ::

TO hear the dead sing
is never kind
the pure blood of tears
the wet shower of
thunderstorms

It tis not the heart
nor the spirit!
but soul of the blue jay
that knows four eggs
bring three souls

The ‘who-souls’ of life
sing ‘woe’ and me:
you: the smallest voice
heard across the universe!

:: 06-30-2015 ::