THE urine color odor of your health
confuses a taste-smell of influence
A pleasant mystery of maple syrup Kisses
I die a-beat us!
A DIE a-BEAT US!
We didn’t think of it —
the sweet smell of Chocolate like
cabbage and beef upon a finely spread
sensonic mapping brain.
Maybe it originates
from alpha case-in love
of my never-dying sweet
love for you: overdose
of sweetest life.
:: 12-08-2014 ::
Oh let the tears fall
down my face and
hearts fill my dreams
i am a soul strong
from a gentle race
seldom heard and never
seen
a gift given me is to see
eternity and understand
eternally
is by no choice
but fate
Words spoken by angels
i cannot translate
but feel the burning grace
so i bid thee farewell
i now return to Shangri-La.
:: 11.15.2022 ::
AND ponder the dried once-tender
stems of bountiful beauty
of spreading once-color by
nature’s own heart
clinging to a dream
now faded into the soil
Breasts heave and
men shudder by utter
extant fear//life
with the margin of
once-unstained white
A few deleted unspoken
thoughts;dripping
parts of broken dolls
sadly laying to sleep
Spanked and put to keep
by shelves of dust
scolded hearts interrupt
: punished prisoners.
:: 06-13-2015 ::
the windows are open and there is
a storm approaching. The beauty of it
all is that my entire bedroom is now
very fresh smelling. Is that how
it feels right before a storm? Love? Maybe death?
It is very human to attach a scent to a moment that
no longer exists. And even more human to allow
time to steal them all away.
:: 0323-2017 ::
so god is not a he
so tell me
so tell me
so go-diss notahe
so go-diss notahe
sogodisnotahe
sogodisnotahe
so tell me
so tell me
…
whatarewetobe?
whatarewetobe?
that god is not
that god is not
a goddamn “he”
peace
o’peace
peace
bye-bye
bye-bye
all we need
is to feel
human again
:: 03-30-2017 ::
Why do we struggle for words
when feelings are clearly present
An incongruity between language
and thought. To recover I say
allow the moment to express itself
in manifested emotion;
A laugh, tears, smile or kiss.
Some things are best left simple.
::::
w I T H one eye closed
you sleep and your brain does
nothing at all ~
While tok'in on hookah
kissing beautiful thoughts
love never falls ~
But forgetting one’s position
in Life /can cause\ pain
ask the Men who walked the Moon
but never forget logic
and the proportion of beauty
Is stellar cosmic explosions
never seen
or heard
but always Loved.
:: 11.14.2022 ::
Down went the bare-assed Sun.
UP came the silver cock Moon
devouring light and eating
the twilight desert of that
insatiable monster that is
between her thighs.
❤
:: 10.13.2021 ::
Blood has a thirst by life;
the heart by love’s promise;
time by burning dreams;
World by passing fashions;
Souls by the lessons learned
and nature no human morals.
:: 11-20-2014 ::
FALLING i hold onto you
came toward you
you catch me (again)__
i kiss your eyes
you kiss my lips
whispering, ‘Crash.”
How tall your aura
how small your ego
how you forgive me
forgetting my haste
in forgetting
feelings | how we wear
twisted things to be
like each other’s fears |
fascination ~ crash into me
/into me & i remember you
remember you from untold years
ago when the sun was young and
within the night’s sky yet a moon.
:: 11.13.2022 ::
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