Category Archives: #writer

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 ::


THE SMELL OF CHILDREN

[THE magic smell of children
sweating to learn life — oh]

Keep your fingers inside sickness
is disease of many minds
so sure it knows the magic
number unlocked libido mysteries
and empty lives
yeah yeah yeah
so fabulous against a, fathoming jelly

protuberant mass of warmth and love
a one-eyed dirty word hello hello
so silent spits discreet kisses
of noise . . .
yea yeah yeah
glass and plastic
love inside of me unsuddenly pandora
: but sting skillful of lustful eye
,kissed unsmoothed OpenEyed being
Stupid, contagious, Peers:BODY OF
aching toys –oh yea yeah yeah
yeah –my dear)i felt less
as always i do and always will i will
hello will oh no when,:your soft glands
say hello . . . . is swig
it touches so Big sO neatly large
makes me smile i sound a sigh so high
i merry go round go round hello
go round hello go round hello
keep your fingers inside sickness
is disease of m,any minds and here
we are now unlocking libido mysteries
and empty lives oh yeah oh yea
oh yeah oh yea so fabulous against a,
fathoming jelly mass

:: 08-10-2015 ::


RIDING A TRICYCLE

there comes a moment when i die every day, and sometimes the
taste of lemon in my mouth and sometimes a fragrance of
regretful roses which stuns me since i forgot what love
smells like, mostly. i remember my childhood on sidewalks
on a tricycle and how i counted creases between slabs
of concrete never knowing i measured moments of
how my life would unfold — i think life is small feet
upon pedals where we sometimes slip and scrap our ankles.
When we are young and small the world is a very tall and
scary place; when we’re grown it’s even more so.
i remember ice cream and a bright moon at night too.
Mostly i remember freedom from all ideology and prejudice
which i have fiercely tried to keep within my heart.

:: 07-25-2015 ::


I KNEW THESE WORDS

Being of unsound mind
and confound-heart
i knew these words
before they met:
between sunrise and sunset
a mind i once knew left
and then the heart
that, “why must love burn
when sorrow comes today?”
and now we are me and i
nothing but just the soft
fading ember of life!

:: 07-05-2015 ::


TO TOUCH YOUR LIPS WITH MY TEARS

ALONE with my silence
what does life mean
if forgiveness
never exists
thinking, i
thought a kiss
like sun upon lips
but who lives forever
nothing made of skin
nor flesh; none of us
and when there’s no
place for us then what
is this thing that
builds up dreams then
walks away from us
i see love, lies, fear,
tender pain; i gave
the world all my art,
touched your soul upon
my fingertips
then|when love
must die +

:: 07-03-2015 ::


CONFUSION IS MISDIRECTION

CONFUSION is MISDIRECTION
that life says:
“Pointing nowhere!”
The many mysterious \
we enjoy (some of us)
WAYS
always always secretly smiling
in our deepest pain and tears
I heard a cloud above my head
snap! It laughed out loudly!
I stumbled upon her tear;
the thunderbolt of steel
deeply embedded within my
heart-caked soul
d
e a
r
kiss me so passionately that when
humming birds come they lick the
s w e e t soul ounces of my
liquid spirit!

:: 06-302-2015 ::


THE SHADOWS

the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?

i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!

while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls

i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!

:: 11-10-2014 ::