Category Archives: #words

WHEN LOVE Dies

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he n

lo

v
e

d i

es)

for

gi
ve

me

:: 02-08-2019 ::


THEN FEAR IS AHEAD

then fear is ahead

when noone pays attention

back is forward when still

who c ould really kiss you

as you fly into space

while Spring is upon our world

if Heart approves this

f e eling of deepest confusion

my Soul approves exceptional

wisdom; your eyes wide and lips

parted to partake the rituals

within this domain called ‘life’

sweet spirits and souls i swear

wisdom the ingredient for a spicy

meal –the only holy m eal

of hearts dancing.

:: 02-08-2019 ::


ORBICULAR VISUS

EYES as large as acres that see,

some hidden things.

ORBICULAR VISUS

are secrets deeply hidden under

divided worlds.

Our smallest of small;

a globe of fragile glass,

Within the smallest of

our hands,

But by it’s Soul and by it’s

Spirit of a heart of Crystal

pass,

Tininess voices through twilight

land be heard,

the most sincerest liar —

the mind suited for war

is our sight

by this night

of all nights

heard.

:: 01-28-2019 ::


W O RD S

W O RD S

i, as me if “i” am One
as though, when child
greatest mysteries revealed
in TWILIGHT.
there as then IS one
as alone as none —– we

look

confused // the gulf of mis-
pronounced history-LOVE

Thinking: –> surpass
fleshingly aches of Life;
Kiss and knowing ALWAYS
this one of ME
out of any reach.

W O RD S

:: 01-24-2019 ::


with THIN fingers

WITH thin fingers
(my love) who knows
worlds of than great;
a summer’s glint
more as eyes, love
as a disguise unknown
were victories nameless
beside their glories

Stood cold so damp
memories of
or
goldenly floating
inside my youth i
sang dreams penetrating
space over time
washed away all glint
of light within my mind

Well, we dare — escaping
alive silentness gods
to kiss “most beautiful
o most beautiful” hearts
her, my life, as liars
kill their kind.

:: 01-24-2019 ::


I AM NOT THE I OF THE WORLD

I am not the i of the world.
The days of life did some thing
that my self does not approve.
Their veiled eyes lie —
of no light that i (me of me)
hide my face within the dream;
Now the world is alone.
Does it still exist?
For no other reason than
pain it may but then not me.
Most have gone this way;
all met with rage, with
caged souls, beside humanity
isn’t that their most?

A dirty word: hello.
A nerdy bird: i feel stupid.

as if accused.
Life offers gifts
blessed are the meek.
but not for you.
Not for me.
i am not the i of the world.

:: 01-23-2019 ::


MOTHER MARY CRYING

PLEASE sir, take away my eyes
you see the sky’s all wrong
spinning around (whatever i do)
it’s her, Mother Mary crying
upon her knees screaming;

i did it all wrong
and what i’ve done
cannot be undone

whatever i do
whatever i do
whatever i do

it’s all wrong
but all so true

Touched the skin
of a celestial being
just a little thing
changed me
changed the world
begging you take my heart
you see all that the world feels

i feel
i feel
i feel

the sky spinning all around
no matter what i do

:: 01-23-2019 ::


THE CORPSE

There as still and quiet as dead.

Sleeping. ?

Yes.

The walls had grown used to the scene. The dreams tired of the same actors with different faces.

The dead take care of their own.

The corpse lit the room’s lamp and in the gray dark began to work.

It bathed the perpetually sleeping body that lay in bed. Trimmed the hair and applied blush to it’s cheeks.

The sleeping know nothing of the awakened world; the dead know nothing of the sleeping but that they sleep the deepest of all. Dripping, the legs were dried.

The sleeper’s eyes opened.

The corpse closed them with the coldest of fingers.

Placing the stiff scrub brush upon the nightstand the corpse was pleased with the Sleeper.

And smiled.

:: 01-15-2019 ::


MY HEART HAS ASKED OF ME

My heart has asked of me, by the stream
it asked of me:

(What feelings are if anything, truth.)

Do the trees sing their songs
when the wind blows?

The spider web sways but maintains.

When your legs are moving along life’s
twisting paths, do I (your heart)
speak softly to you?

The witness are the clouds above you.

As the tears come who sees your
shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call of nothingness,
that spins your mystery.

And sunrise is a wondrous gift
and sunset but a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


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 ::