fire dance that tipsy –
prance
and heat adore
that wick of lore
the human bre — athe
what you burn
one to live
as one to live
and if my sign be air
would you consume
=====> all me
that to dance
upon your wick
should i be — hot as you?
this i wish to be — not flesh
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but that fire of you
:: 04-03-2014 ::
Run and hide and run and dodge
it’s a dance for love of life
this dance of survival born
from a tribe forgotten by time
and the song has no words
it was sang before words
and the devil and god
just a metaphor before
hell unleashed upon earth
and that fire and heaven
never gave it’s name now
and people sing and dance
flesh is more than word
and belief a bond of love
and family a gold vault
and we praise God his names
I will drop the devil below
below the names he gave us
and God rise above Skies
Let glory prevail in blue
i dropped the devil
dropped the devil
to his knees
and slay his neck
let blood paint me
it paints me a warrior
and i am at His service
:: 04-02-2014 ::
TIME and again I see you
along a sidewalk of memory
and i step across that path
we use to walk and i feel
your hand holding mine
but i realize it’s all just…
a memory that will not die
and walk of what was lost
and each step i take
is two steps back
so now i know
what dreams
that should never be
it’s just a memory of
what was lost…
:: 04-02-2014 ::
I walk a road alone if I do
what road do you walk – alone
and if we agree in love
then what road we walk
what may save us is you
and me and love and that road
ideology and passion for life
is what measures a slice
a political move not my belief
monopoly of political defense
is not what I subscribe to
its about our children too
In a night billions will die
and Leaders have no defense
and the Spirit has left
That view of life is rot
and defused is common sense
and life a singular defense
There’s no such thing as …
a political move in life
when children believe in you
and I sing an anthem of love
and earth and life and God
when humans have the choice
to live a life of love
or burn the paradise
given by God and Love
:: 03-31-2014 ::
How do we meet on the heat-road of this dead-end girl
where the moon shies away and the owl scatters
my boots have a tar-goo so hard to clean this night
what could you say to me to make it all the worth?
Sir, I saw a sinner who stared into my eyes – nights ago
and he woke up the love and passion this night
I have nothing more to give or say tonight to you tonight
the ocean sings to you in a shell
and the bird tweets a tune to your heart
and a rising world of color brings you love
Yes, that is it…
I wish to forsake the bloodshed
and all the grief
I say that love – love is a wave
it’s a seventh wave of love
and drown in that wave ripple
But hate and grief pinches me
and my heart and body sir
is a fragile fabric in life
Lovely soul come to me then
I will remedy the error of life
in a bite you will be saved
and love and tooth saves
and hatred abated for time
and space and philosophy
We share the same Father
and believe me when I say
I hope He Loves me and you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
We were humanity born in the sixties
and lost our faith through the filth
and watched our life arrested in surrender
and saw social fabric erode in methodology
once taught by Marx and Lennin and didn’t know
that the fire burned beneath my feet until
I felt the fire burn my soul and then I knew
a generation — skipped through the cradle
and upon the faces of my children
and then I was angry at the socio-paths
those angry maladjusted criminals
who deny individuality and hard work
that they think government knows truth
a flip-flop of cosmic proporations
the ones — little filth – who demand
control of a festered dream of filth
To wish that they take away liberty
and freedom and self-governance
Fuck you
:: 03-31-2014 ::
love did you call my name
i was dying in the meadow
by that brook we used to walk
and i remember, too our words
said you — if you love me
you will never walk away
I said dear, there’s no shame
that love caught us two
and the brook sings the same
Her throat washes our souls
in a babble-song for time
and I saw a fawn dancing
the kiss of God bouncing
an orange ball upon the sky
And we dance and angels cry
the dance of life and tears
and the prancing fears
If we cry, angels know dear
and the oceans rise, I know
from the tears of lovers
Pain, Love and Life
all the same in this world
colors of a world in pain
I’m the priest of all salvation
underneath the tears of confession
keep the faith of all my passion
I’m still in love with you
still a place to love in you
but the sands fall empty time
Mortals can only love one
at a time in this world
but over-there not the same
Love is love and love is all
no human emotions but grace
and Light and Joy Reins
:: 03-31-2014 ::
When does that end
come
let the new shed life
what left in that past
never was
only seasons do melt
between
what, when, how
:: 03-31-2014 ::
when i posted my emotion
inside the stream of media
i did not wish you to die
but you took the words
and made them blades
and cut your veins girl
what she told her mother
was a ruse made in haze
and her haste did her in
girl…you are my life
but now in your death
you turn to me and cry
after all this time…
you still surprise me
a #selfie did you in
And in your life you said
that your pain will lead
to a pleasure beyond life
ah girl…now you live
a death in paradise
and pleasure six feet deep
:: 03-29-2014 ::
THIS I told to the man
who wed my daughter…
“In the mathematics of love…
1 + 1 = 1 “
and, I so gently placed
my daughter’s hand
upon the soul I trust
:: 03-24-2014 ::
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