touch-skip the slopes
lovingLY my
goldBee
kissNectar lips
Her prize touched I
between my passion
and expectations
dreams a tossed
plungingSoftly
passion Bite!
kissing her lips
and how my world
has these falling columns
when our bodies clasp
herOn my tenderPetals
the kiss and no Thing
more than that!
Her bloodFuse snap
eatingSlippery heart
raindrop has a fall
pollen a flight
and love the flutter
butHer slopes of lip
a Goldgate opened
for my soul to enter

:: 10-15-2014 ::

KISS me
don’t tell
me —
Silenced by
love

:: 08-14-2014 ::

i feel love [expression]
a death did die
i feel loathe [depression]
that which i tried
a fountain of crimson
dancing // re-living,
all my life in you&me
i feel love yes i do
i feel love, love, love
and love, love, love
i feel love in you&me
and red nights too
when words are not enough
and the knife kisses me
and says, “i love you”

:: 10-01-2014 ::

i met a person who lives
inside the hearts of lovers
and eats away the dreams
and kicks away the flesh
of souls who are ruined
by that whispery touch

she is the queen of lust

the heart knew at first
when my hair stood up
and my feelings crashed
beyond the field of love

and the palms of my hands
swore you shall never be
a gallant man who holds
a love within your hands

and the swamp churned
alligator danced too
as i walked my way
to the house of Eros

Now you are warned my friend!
she has a suitcase in hand
and the only time you’ll be
safe is when she’s away

God only knows if i won!

And now i stay inside
when the sun goes down
holding dearly to life
and all religious things

rosary, cross and heart

she is the queen of lust
and i cried, “mother,
you told me not to do
what you’ve done!  Stay
upon the course of life
and not in the field
where lust runs wildly.”

Well, i was warned
and the Earth sang
to me dear man,
the swamp churns
alligator and mud
and you are sweet
that ingredient
between the rising
sun and death lust

And God, who won?
only within the house
of Eros will you know

:: 10-01-2014 ::

shadowLife, my like-life
follows, one against the ground
and who can understand
the tall-standing one?
in light, together like-be,
at night, absorbed within me
an asylum for two-sided coins
where lifePocket holds a hole
a hatch for escaping Life,
and beauty falls beneath
rushingBusy knees into that
sewer of busy street-life

:: 10-01-2014 ::

and today I slay death
it was my way
knife-heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for man
and the council,
the pompous twelve
non-human  but eager
to learn
and,
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal-rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak-near
the hand grab my heart
heroes save, what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along, tomorrow-
today the gift is given
softly, we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
and simple pleasures

:: 03-12-2014 ::

THE many
times,
few
moments
t o o,
a silent
w o o,
visits

m
e

:: 09-25-2014 ::

I present the mouse,
it’s scurrying ways,
necessarily to speak,
the theory unique,
a way to transcend
literature and art
all together!
Invading space and
domains of philosophy,
psychology and even
politics!
The surrealist poet,
that holds, like blade,
sublime point and all ways
that which human mind
and spirit communicates
Like the mouse, inside house,
freed from constraints,
convention, logic, morality,
to feast upon aesthetic beauty

I present the surrealist poet,
and the great enigma…
where words make love!

:: 09-26-2014 ::