IF thoughts were words
that never choose
a human tongue
IF difference a dance
that ceased in ruse
of will and thought
the world a place
for love and hearts
that never abuse
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IF THOUGHTS WERE WORDS
I THROW EVERYTHING INTO THE FIRE
I listened to my heart
and wrote a postcard
all for you
My mouth is dry and i
give all my love
till my beating heart
refuses shadows so…
i write, “I love you,
and honor that one thing
that speaks while my
mind says another”
I’m arrested in all my
confusion of how i walked
for miles toward you
and ignored how bright
your sun burns” So today
I removed my heart to
revenge myself cause
i knew how much i loved
you /\ And men are not meant
to attain pure happiness
learning is not knowing
and hate is a rage so blind
that carries love away
:: 09192015 ::
I AM REVELED IN LIFE
I am reveled in life
wishing once, death.
Mortal wounds,
spiritual battles
upon the same
battlefield called life!
The difference between
life and death:
Wait and Hope.
:: 09192015 ::
I AM MONSTER
I see your blood within our eyes
the beauty of a whore
gently whispering abandonment
and abusive treatment //*\\
you fueling murderous rage
inside me and to this child
you brought into motion
and beat me with a stick
i am the filthy mass that
moves and speaks
i am so unadorned
(i’ll always be your whore)
i am unknown by mother
and father — a child of
a whore //stoned by rocks
pulled teeth\\ and subjected
by inhumanity a perfect injustice
i wished beauty in my life
and you cry, “Even now my blood
boils at the recollection of
this injustice” So, within my tears
and a many-fractured heart say,
“…i relieve thee, my creator…
thrust i take from thee a sight
which you abhor”
I AM MONSTER!
:: 09172015 ::
:: 09172015 ::
A FOOL FOR LOVE
i tore a word
within my mind
and who knows how much
strength it takes
to second guess
a page the poet writes
and though you walked lightly
into my life so i take your
heart and write how much i
care; now i don’t know who
i am without you,
you touch me
you kiss me
you changed me
and heard my heart awakens
within the fire of life
like you walk lightly
into my life
and now all my pain is
cast into the sea,
of all my doubt,
so lost within your eyes
and if i lose everything
within your fire i send my
love all to you
AND HONOR YOU
and send all my love to you
:: 09172015 ::
SUMMER HOUSE POETRY: 1 – The Fields of Lovers
Your lips are opened where i dream
expansive fields of tulips kissing
wonderment And eyes as pools of
yet fallen rains Your heart beating
peace smiling at little things / as me
deeper than the mystery of life
-searched a loving heart grows
that majestic wing of butterflies
goes into /oVER golden cusp’d
fields with life’s razor-edge gleam
and gloom ‘bursting cloud/RAins
wet our feathered heads within our
nest, which no eye of human can see
‘Tis invisible silence, respecting
unknown artists
:: 09172015 ::
THE CIRCUS AND DEMONS OF LIFE
AS a little boy we went to
see the circus and all
the demons of life
the fire was bright
i rejoiced in the love
And father said,’son
when you grow up will
you write of this?
to see the demons and
write to nonbelievers
that life is precious?’
i write, “i’m a phantom
for all the living
i’m the blind spot
of life” and so i write
and feel the broken
so sincerity greets with
an occultic shrug –the
impenetrable transparency
of life and death
the circus of demons and life
:: 09-16-2015 ::
O ME O MY O WE
SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the
dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h
:: 09162015 ::
MONARCH IN THE SNOW
And in this morning ice baked sky
that I be drawn to the glass-cold window
was a pleasant — albeit utter surprise
To see — I did! Across the way
beyond the oak between the frost
and misty cloak the Monarch
who fluttered by!
The grand vision crystal snow
drifting flakes against noble color
such a butterfly!
::12-24-2013::
MANY TIMES MORE THAN TWICE
MANY times, more than twice
I have seen,
the ghosts of family, friends,
and then some whose faces
that I did not know
Quaintly with ethereal elegance
they are silky touch, feather
breath, and opal eye
outside of the tick-tock
of father-time
It is most inappropriate to ask
of them, to state their business
or intended pleasure
Extend your politeness over scorn,
I say!
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