Once I watched a tree
of magnificent Eat a
piece of my Poetry
between her branches
i laid the parchment
and witnessed time
devour it within its
wood
this i did before Sunrise
and now for the evening.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
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Sunrise and Evening
There in the Widest of Morning Openings
THERE in the widest of morning openings
every-all is possible if with Sun and You
it is a morning saying or prayer
a wish or two for a fair day
And there within the widest day we two
are holding hands where ever we be so
the morning is a handshake
and afternoon a kiss for you
By some delicate evening when moon comes
and stars appear to open their starry eyes
your hand upon the face you love
my heart within the one i love
And the world is open for bursting hearts
and no society uttering imprecations aloud,
weakness is bent knee toward you
my hand touching yours forever!
:: 09-25-2017 ::
My Heart Stopped
my Heart Stopped.
then there by
my eternal Stop;
i found myself
always here
how wonderful
and horrorful
life is Dear?
Said Love, “
No love without
GREAT PAIN! “
:: 01.31.2023 ::
Your Skin Closet
SO you hide yourself
within your skin closet –> and it makes you happy
making happy faces outside but you’re so sad within
breathing your lungs you come back so come back
And if you breathe through holes makes it so happy;
the monster who controls the heart within your Soul
Now if you care about yourself
you will make yourself happy
You really drowned yourself
You really drowned your Soul
Now if you care for self
you will kick the holes
that the monster keeps you
from (and me) from our
happiness — you really,
you really can’t though!
You really knock the
You really knock the life
And kick yourself so you
so you knock us and kiss
the monster who controls
who controls the heart
the heart I always have
loved ~~ always so hide
yourself within your skin
closet and make it happy
making happy faces outside.
:: 11-27-2017 ::
It’s Happening
freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
South of the South Pole
Today i took a walk ~
i could not expect to move
south of the south pole
as time and space speak
of Time and Space
i asked Light to walk the
Earth; it did this and met
me many times along the way
undescribed are the particles
called space and time
i finished my walk and realized
there we are.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
Sea Sickness My Soul
fabulous is
crashing Pain,at,
drowning point
the cutting waves
abashing you
wrists(cutting
waves slashing veins)
undulating through
quartermaster’s room
the mast that stabbed
that North Star so true!
do fish dream
of love or life?
A Pisces soul
with hook in heart
a harpoon thrust
too deep
leviathan life!
ocean silver mountains
unsmooth solemnly true
–the anchor drops
just this spot
across the compass
true!
:: 01-07-2015 ::
The Spinning Mind
The smile melted
after day and days
the mist called
a Ghost by the town
and how perfectly he
talks but no one hears
him | to see the world
spinning round! the
breath upon the Hill
and now no one wants to know
him and the world spinning
round with our heads in
the cloud and the Man of
thousands poems cries
seeing the sun going down
and the world spinning round.
:: 01.29.2023 ::|
Whispering Wisdom Winds
HOw i am floating because
perceptions are flying: it
turns me On because Life
\it is round/ because all
things blow my mind :
and how i love
and love is new
and love is you
because the world
is round it makes me cry/
and how i can let it be
seeing broken hearted people
agree : we let it be oh yeah
we let it be.
Upon Whispering Wisdom Winds.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Hello?
I mean yes
you mean no
i say Stop!
you say oh!
Hello hello
You said goodbye
i said i don’t know
why you said goodbye
but i say hello
why why why why
did you say goodbye?
when I say hello?
:: 01.29.2023 ::
inspired by the Beatles
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