TALK IS SO CHEAP

i  sleep so tired
My head so worn
And talk so cheap
Like when I sleep

They come for me
All inside my head
And when i pray:

They say, “Talk so Cheap!”
i don’t think i’ll survive
Cause every single night;

They come for me —
Those ones within my brain.

Dream police
Come with handcuffs
— You know when we talk
And those false rumors
Keep me awake every single
Night driving me insane!

And those men in black
Live all within my head
— Well i cannot tell
If i fell to sleep Tonight!
Every single night they
Drive me so insane and all
Within my BRAIN:

I try to dream — but every time
They persecute me all without
A judge or jury and now i stay
Awaken with one eye closed
To keep away the zombies,
Vampires, wolves, and
Monsters of this zone!

It’s the dream police —
ICE, and governmental
Whores; the people of
Every shade.

Like, talk so cheap.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


EMPTY WORDS

Empty words, emotionally inward —

a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself

Running away to a very last one.

The tears turn dry.

As love cries.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


WITHIN A MOMENT

WITHIN a moment
Inside this morning
And gossamer floating
Within this moaning
Across the hills
beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas
Happened –

To find me!

A release of joy
A piece of peace
A taste of lore

And i found me

Within this morning
Within this moment
Across the hills
Beyond the clouds
Beneath the soil
And through the seas

It happened –
i found me!

:: 01-23-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – L

(Chopin’s Ghost)

THE kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road

Hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down

My cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear

Chopin playing on air
My friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
– – – _ – _–> as I go

:: 04-28-2014 ::


CAROUSEL

AS they fall

gently fall

From high tree

to ground

are dreams

as leaves

A season

to believe

The world!

a carnival

As we upon

a carousel

We dream upon

a merry-go-round!

:: 01-17-2018 ::


BELIEF IS A WISH

IF the ant should perish

making a home

IF the woman too

within her abode!

AND if man shall
befall grief

AND children too –

What falling dreams
which have no wings!

Belief is a wish
and life a truce ~

the barrier a
tie breaker for
Souls!

:: -1-14-2018 ::


THE QUIET ASSAULT

IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.

A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.

Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.

LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!

THEN IT WAS DONE.

I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.

Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.

LIKE MY MIND at this moment.

But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.

:: 01-14-2018 ::


T H E F L O R A L L I F E O F H U M A N S

LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
|But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied — shadows, sunk!

Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single but final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!

O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips — is the floral life of human!

And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;

This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!

:01-14-2018:


WITHIN MY HEART AND SPIRIT

WITHIN my heart
and Spirit
I have two hands
holding you
Within my breath;
your voice too
, my undying love.
And dreams of you
I dream as more
that of
holding onto you
AS tender with candor
– which joins
and sings the Goddess
of longing Love
and of innocence the
first kiss — the blush
of kindness; and HOPE
(wherein all indred
Souls feel blessed)
And you; a service
of life and love and
A DREAM of life —
Defies natural elements
that deceive doublt,
I accept the offer.

:: 01-12-2018 ::

 


CRITICAL PHASE OF HUMANITY

AND shall my dream of you be compared
to the best of life’s dreams?

AND IF by chance love and more temperately
dreams of rough winds shall not shake
the broken bone of my hand — and at times,
angelic eyes spot the easy-soft
moment of a hard heart: as then, every
fair and fair from broken heart: sometimes
a lost eye: AND then by thermal heat:
EARTH & HEART posssesing eternal lines
of time that thou growest: So long
as love and flesh and Soul can breath;
and as so long as humanity can live
and breed and become MATURE.

And as though humans
can be complete
alone!

Not without love.

:: 01-10-2018 ::