DYING is not so pitiful
as denying life!
One leg to rise
another to rest
Thrice met have I
hearts of bruised skies
and flowers of my fields
:the little tears wept!
We all:  men and women
die!

:: 06-23-2015 ::

So slowly the day drains away
from my own aching lonely heart
and I see the trees along my way
to the empty space of my heart
and I hear it whispering,
“So strong so lovely so beautiful
is this coming night” and I weep
again. I see the moon, it says
‘nighty-night’ I see the birds
and the slumbering clouds
kissing me in all their wet mouth
and when I’m alone I should dream
life is a stage of two lovers
shouting emotions and when we touch
we dream a little dream of love
and when the day dreams away
and wild animals sing “souls”
and I close the compact in me
and give all of me, my heart.

:: 06-22-2015 ::

My words are children
born with or without
legs and hearts
un-aborted regardless
of defects:  as giver
of life through emotion
as poetry and paintings
that speak to me
Sometimes a shadow
–we dance
other moments,
an echo,
they always speak to me!

:: 07-24-2014 ::

UPON a tombstone somewhere
of a deceased Atheist:

ALL DRESSED UP AND
NO PLACE TO GO

:: 06-18-2015 ::

TO be the rare breed
to love the uncensored
female body — the advanced
maneuver available to men
and women of seasoned sexual
palates and hang-up free psyches!
To love the menstrual cycle;
a hardcore connoisseurship
The vag more sensitive when
flowing in menstruation!

:: 04-28-2015 ::

I see the night lit up
by day; some call
it life
I say okay
And the world wears
a cloak of stars
upon it’s collar
and the fine seamstress
sewed deep pockets
where Life and Death roam!
And that inner robe!
From waist to knee tis
where we all should be!
Between Land and Ocean,
Between Dream and Life,
Between Life and Death!

:: 04-28-2015 ::

I could have slayed you with the love
the world gave me
I hold it within
the gleaming eyes of all the souls of
prostitutes, gamblers, beggars
priests and politicians

BANG!

SOME good Samaritan fell to his knees
and kissed the ground with
blood from his giving heart dropping
falling breathing the acrid air —
the devil frowned
falling to his knees!

And I have no sweetness left
and no more dreams to give,
that buzzing bee within my soul
found a hole within my heart!

Potnia!  I can see you spread
your golden wings

the Pure Mother Bee!

:: 04-10-2015 ::