Category Archives: #words

I COULD YOU CAN

i could be your butterfly
with a kiss
i could be your never-die
and you’d miss
i could say hello my dear
and you’d smile
i could be all or nothing
but i’d miss

all of me
all of you
all of me

You can keep the diamond rock
and the bill
you can sing a song of love
so i’ll heal
you can kick me to the curb
with the trash
you can call me from the dead
with my head in hands

i could you can
i could you said
i could we did

:: 10-27-2018 ::


CLAM-SHELL MOUTH

I kissed your clam
shell’d mouth
you bit back life
We strolled on
down the hill
full of sun and thrill
You laughed
at my confession
and left me
ghost-shadow’d
It was all
a deception
like it matters now

so what happens
to us now
so what matters
isn’t how
it’s all decisions
within deceptions
is all that matters
now now now

::: 10-25-2018 ::


TODAY IS THE DAY I DIED

TODAY is the day
I died after the clouds broke
their water and still-birthed
the evening.

I am standing outside
by the edge of a mysterious
forest and the wolves are
sniffing the air but cannot
find me.

I am a ghost. And my house
is the tomb I was born within
but no longer contains me.

There is an empty space
within my heart’s shape
that no artist can draw:
all words too broken
for any poet to express
my emotions.

I was birthed on the day
the beautiful angels were
sick and have now died
as God is sick and the world
a breath away from me.

::: 10-23-2018 ::


ANDRE BRETON is VERY DEAD BUT NOT SURREALISM

THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into
a basket of reborn night. That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self
consumed souls; ignoring the mirror’s
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it’s own mouth.
Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now. Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.

:: 08-30-2018 ::


WITHIN THIS SLICE OF BLEAKMOMENT


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


A Daymare

“RESTRICT life!” you hear all around you; the voice
of uncommon horror speaking through you.

Through me the macabre plainly painted.

And if we keep on screaming the world’s going to hear.
and if we keep on praying God is going to hear.

\\Except for the deaf and dumb souls
who keep on rolling all inside our heads//

“DAMN YOU!” A scream to no one but everyone
and the sky with it’s tallest walls
are laughing and the moon smirks.

The sun, bleeding and dripping light across
the darkest corners of this daymare fright.

A light so bright its burning everything ~
including me.

And we’re all going down, down, down.

:: 05-22-2018 ::


THE Will-Be WAS

will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say

And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it

will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it

They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it

As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was

:: 02-11-2018 ::


THE STORM

With wide mind she went
as most behind a fake door
the insurmountable wakeness
as we sought Mercy

But she to the trees swaying
in the torrential storms
and licked the rain as tears
her victory won

IF i lose you, that
is my fear.

And i sing for Spring,
the bones of my self
ache for rebirth now.

Say it, that we all know
we wish a truth for love
as though without us

that we could never be

these Winds could be

as I hold this tree
I seek, I keep,

forever us free.

:: 09-23-2017 :


GNOSSIENNE

By ways of morning stars
and dew-lipped kissing
dreams i am here
Sideways within my arms
tulips swaying colors
spent you are there
A mourning comes as night
wanes into the seams
of lasting pasts
at last we are One.

:: 09-04-2017 ::