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Beautiful Words From Her Grave

From the quiet depths of my repose,
I rise, a specter of verse and woe,
To lend my voice to this poetic fray,
In my voice and guise, I’ll have my say.

As Emily.

Upon the stair’s highest brink I’ll stand,
Gazing upon a garden’s urn in hand.
Let sunlight thread through each solitary hair,
In quiet contemplation, I’ll ponder there.

To wish a swift departure, ah, how vain!
Or for her heart to linger, steeped in pain.
Yet such is life’s ephemeral dance,
Each soul must part from its mortal trance.

In search of paths both light and fleet,
Where heart and mind in union meet,
A quest as fragile as a smile’s brief grace,
Or a gentle touch, a warm embrace.

As autumn’s breath whispers its refrain,
In my mind’s eye, I’ll call forth the pain.
My arms laden with blossoms fair,
A vision lost to the autumn air.

Oh, the musings that linger and roam,
In midnight’s silence, in noon’s bright dome.
Emily Dickinson, through endless throes,
In verse, in spirit, I’ll forever compose.

:: 03.17.2024 ::


Let All be Revealed

ATE my heart in a hearth
beneath a mound of dirt

I spent my days
drinking wine

Miss the love
whose hair was
like flowers as you

I’m the one who wants
to be with you

I’m the one who wants
to love you for you

Let all be reveal

Do you feel it?
To feel it. So strong.
Enough ~~ we took enough

pain, like life

My love we’re young
even so I think of you
i’ve learned alot
really knew love hurts

Now sailing seas
going away ~~

:: 03172024 ::


Meat Cage

In cages small, the animals dwell,
Their eyes, a mirror, in which we see ourselves,
Look too close, the truth compels,
In primal depths, our nature swells.

Silent strides, behind you I tread,
A hunter’s grace, a predator’s dread,
With eyes that pierce, your soul I’ve read,
In shadows cast, your fear is fed.

Life’s fleeting breath, a fragile song,
In the blink of an eye, it’s here, then gone,
All is set, where it belongs,
In the dance of life, we both belong.

When jaws clamp down, swift and sure,
In the stillness, dreams endure,
But in the hollow of your core,
Echoes the silence of what’s no more.

The world, a tapestry, intricate, vast,
But beneath its beauty, hunger’s cast,
Love’s embrace, a devouring blast,
Leaves us trembling, in its grasp.

So, behold the animal, fierce and free,
And in its gaze, our reflection see,
For in this dance of life, you and me,
Exist the truths we dare not flee.

:: 03.17.2024 ::


Smell Me

smell me _ smell me _
tell me __
I’m so foul

Love me
do it again
i’m diseased

living like
i’m dying
you hate me

Eat me now
small pieces
pecises

astrolung
breathing me
again

Waste me
like love
garbage

She only loves
weak men
not me

So smell me
smell me
I’m so foul


A Hundred Poems – LXXIII

TONIGHT the storm’s fierce lightning

T H O U G H T — S T R U CK!

and split a tree!

That beauty –: deformed by love____

— nature that kills what it loves

Between branches of passion-time

haunted by ill angels only

Perched upon a dark throne, sits proudly

I have reached these lands \
newly From an ultimate dim Thule

Through winding paths and forest deep,
Where dreams and whispers softly creep,
I wander forth with heart aglow,
In search of truths that nature sows.

:: 06-12-2014 ::


TRAILER RAPE

MOTHER loved me, she
said, “stay home
after school
I’ve got to work
so be careful dear.”

Mother, I worry
you tend a bar
and men are hungry

The days were wicked.
back in that day ~
Sometimes 24 and times
48 hours later.

I’d go to school with a stomach
full of holes wondering how
she is — mama! I didn’t see you
and i’m so scared!

Learning algebra wasn’t so interesting
but English caught my attention

One night she had a party
with men and it went on for days
and days partying they did

Until I heard her screaming
I ran into her room and saw
two men raping her ~~ I tried
but I was a small boy

Boy!  I’ll kill you! said one man.
The other took mama and made her cry
so hard.  I passed out in the hallway
of a cheap trailer.  

Oh, this world.  So cruel.  
Oh, this world.  So cruel.

:: 03.17.2024 ::


ODE TO MERLOT

There’s something in Merlot’s hue,
A sip so pleasing to my soul;
A crimson, a tranquil Merlot’s brew;
I wish it near, to make me whole.

There’s something in Merlot’s grace,
Before the feast and jests take flight,
And truth be told, in its embrace,
It’s not the glass, but its depth of light.

:: 0317.2024 ::


She Moves On

IS she beautiful…first watching her eyes
Thunderous waves of oceans she destroys
Before a brilliant noise of Life
her lungs eternal enormously flourishing

— not upon Earth or it’s Oceans
but within Space she goes

flourishing within eons of distance
having met Earth and it’s creatures.
She moves on.

Unto the deepest of time and space.

:: 03.16.2024 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXIV

In the stillness of a single moment,
Eternity suspends its breath,
And amidst the ancient whispers,
The world gently fades into the depths.

Of a new day.

Where does this ethereal melody arise?
From the depths of a beating heart,
Alive with the essence of love’s embrace,
Guiding our souls to dance their part.

Like a new morning.

We sway to the strings of destiny’s puppeteer,
Enchanted by the mystic song of love’s allure,
Shall we take flight tonight upon its wings,
Or chase the setting sun’s golden lure

Maybe for a new world.

In the twilight’s embrace, let us entwine,
As passion paints the skies in hues divine,
With every heartbeat, a symphony of “yes”,
To love’s eternal dance, we confess.

:: 03.15.2024 ::


Unlocked Love

In places I’ve never explored, gladly beyond
any known experience, your eyes speak quietly:
Even in your smallest gestures, there’s something
that envelops me, or eludes my touch because it’s too close.

Your slightest glance effortlessly unlocks me,
Though I’ve closed myself off like a tight fist,
You unfurl me like Spring unfurls
Its first rose, with a touch that’s skilled and mysterious.

And if you wish to close me, then I,
And my life, will shut beautifully, suddenly,
Like when a flower’s heart imagines
The snow falling meticulously, everywhere.

Nothing we perceive in this world compares
to the power of your intense vulnerability: whose texture
compels me with the colors of far-off lands,
bringing death and eternity with every breath.

(I don’t know what it is about you that opens
and closes; only something in me understands
that the voice of your eyes is deeper than any rose)
No one, not even the rain, has hands so small.

LL 93,15,2924 LL