And absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird’s body and the air lifted ground
as outer space filled inner spirits!
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a ‘something’
less than 1 but greater than less than zero.
Words.
The devil’s insidious plot to madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look down upon
we might see the super-structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
In spring’s sweet season, when the earth is drenched
With mud and rain, the little balloon-man
Hobbles along, and in a voice that’s clenched
He whistles far and wee, a curious plan
And Eddie and Bill come running from play
Their marbles and their games now cast away
For in the air, a strange delight does sway
And in the heart, a thrill that wants to stay
When the world is drenched in wonder-pools
The queer old balloon-man takes to his tools
Whistling far and wee, he seems a fool
But in his eyes, there’s wisdom, for he rules
Betty and Isbel come dancing along
Skipping and jumping, the world’s now a song
For in their hearts, they feel a wondrous throng
A sense of joy that nothing could go wrong
And then there comes the goat-footed man
Whistling far and wee, like he’s part of a clan
His voice sends shivers, like a part of a plan
And in our souls, we feel a change that began
In spring’s sweet season, when the world is new
The balloon-man comes, a friend that’s true
Whistling far and wee, he makes our hearts renew
And in his presence, all things become askew
:: 03.16.2023 ::
A mournful melody slowly spins
out from the keys, a mournful hymn
that lingers in the air, sad and long
notes rise and fall, in graceful sway
as if to mimic the ebb and play
of a gentle breeze that stirs the night
but beneath the surface, there lies
a deeper pain, a hidden prize
in each note, a whispered plea
for something more, for love to be
and so the music flows and weaves
a tapestry of sound that grieves
for all that’s lost, for all that’s gone
for every heart that’s been undone
yet in the midst of all this pain
a sense of hope, a sweet refrain
that rises up, like dawn’s first light
chasing back the endless night
and as the nocturne ends, its tale
of love and loss, of heart’s travail
in its wake, a glimmer bright
of hope, of love, of endless light.
:: 03.16.2023 ::
Sweet humming, these smiles serene
Like waters cascading in your eyes so green
A bell tolls in hopeful wishes
On verdant Irish Earth that glimmers and glistens
Echoes of lust splatter and ring
A longing that burns with fiery sting
Their arms not as long as mine
Dreaming armies of love, I should have entwined
An accord of peace I yearn to find
With you, my lover, a heart once aligned
We said pain, a feeling without name
But we tried to bear the weight of its shame
Now I know war is a heart that bleeds
Never ceasing, it plants its seeds
Until you remember the love we shared
Once intertwined, our hearts once paired.
:: 03.16.2023 ::
Liquor flows upon rivers of deceit
The Earth formless and void in darkness
And the Spirit moved across the water
then Light
“It was good. Breathingh into lungs 2000
years later of asbestos.
03.16.2023 ::
The notes they flutter in the breeze,
A tender melody that softly teases,
With each note, my heart it yearns,
For love that blooms and forever burns.
The strings they weep a mournful sound,
Echoes of passion that tightly bound,
My soul, my heart, to another’s gaze,
A love so deep it sets me ablaze.
The music whispers of a gentle love,
One that’s pure as the white dove,
A love that lasts through all the pain,
And brings us joy amidst the rain.
With each trill and every note,
My heart takes flight like a bird afloat,
On the winds of passion and sweet desire,
With flames of love that forever inspire.
So let the music fill the air,
And guide us to love that’s true and rare,
A love that lasts through all life’s tests,
And beats forever within our chests.
:: 03.15.2023 ::
Fourteen days have passed since you,
Took my heart and bid adieu,
Thunderclouds of sadness roll,
Applause of tears, I can’t control.
I saw myself in shattered glass,
My reflection twisted, a lass,
Picasso’s art, the shards in place,
A world turned upside down in space.
A purple brush, I took and ate,
Threw up on canvas, sealed my fate,
Cupid’s arrow, broken, lays,
Its victims left to mend their ways.
So to the garden, I retreat,
Among the Venus flytrap’s feet,
The leaves snap, a Bumblebee,
My wounded heart it stings with glee.
I couldn’t have met you, my dear,
Without this garden, I hold near,
My love and shyness, intertwined,
A fate like ours, hard to find.
These fourteen days, I’ll not forget,
Forever in my heart, a debt,
Even if I forget your face,
The memories of love embrace.
Someone called my heart “chained in hell,”
A word that stings, I know full well,
But I wish for time to explain,
My love, my heart, and all its pain.
:: 03.15.2023 ::
inthe.equisite; _ death of morning revelations bare >> ly i rode the chords of Life
among otherLittle roundtables SOUND: continues
slowly
the FRETS of my board burning appeggios
and scales I devoured iNg.the
(green Elysian fields of after-last breathing
i kept. ) BOOM boom.
rivulet hips
eyes that eat ME — let me by your side
c loud-glass Moon is a sight we eat
L cARVED smiles 🙂
perFUME skin-ed verbal mist-flowers
i EAT YOU.
:: 05.25.2020 ::10 SECONDS
Just floating by
a beautiful world
some swim, some walk
and others drown
–like this child
of mine
Such a beautiful babe
eternity within your
iris’ while i feel i
sleep at the world
as we drive through
rain-traffic
as we drove through
with-you
Another soul unattended
screeched(myBrain)
drove through us — what
then we became then
Just floating by a beautiful
world, some swim some walk
and others drown –
like this child of mine.
I am with you.
believe me.
as we dream.
all is peace.
:: 02-12-2019 ::
THE moments of dreaming
like a blink of an eye
and my tears so stormy
we can all see how they act;
walking and talking:
so mama maybe I said to you,
‘LOVE is tulips & marmalade skies’
you! and if nothing passes
(err, blows) the night
i kissed the One who waits for Me
& and close my eyes; just dreams
dreaming…and no more tears!
just skies of yellows and greens.
:: 04-30-2016 ::
rev: 08.09.2020 ::
Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”
:: 03.15.2023 ::
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