THE human heart
is romantic
BUT a flower
has never waged
WORLD WAR
:: ~ ::
ENIGMA CALLED LIFE
THAT no word shall suffice
for the blood clot within
my mind
That no sigh is deep enough
to bring me back to life
this day
The inventory i have taken
of my own life,
reveals i am short
That i need that ocean
to teach me
That deepest pain to
show me
That life is both pain
and love
That life is gain
and lost
That we are all the same:
drowning in smiles
of a cauldron unknown!
:: 01132016 ::
REBIRTH
A SOUL
once in
d
a
r
k
ness
bitter and B rO k EN
reborn by the Light of a tender Spirit!
:: 1-13-2016 ::
i LIKE CLEAN WHITE PLASTIC CUBES
OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\
When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll
From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”
:: 11-23-2016 ::
IN THE…
In the morning everything is within its place;
my lips which never curse,
my eyes that feel emotion
my lips which never curse,
my eyes that feel emotion
and my heart that cannot lie
In the afternoon by nature I am comforted;
by flowers that dance with me
In the afternoon by nature I am comforted;
by flowers that dance with me
by bees that pollinate love-u-kisses
and by Soul which speaks with God
and by Soul which speaks with God
In the evening by Sun-crest’d skies;
our hearts become the beating of One
our hands clasping this moment
and our Love continues to grow eternally
In the end of a day my Spirit is full of Love.
:: 04-04-2017 ::
ALONE IS WITH ME
Alone is with me for just this day
we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;
the space to breathe
the time to see
a place with joy
a mind to heal
Alone is with me for just this day
we share together the many things
that only Alone and me can enjoy;
Does your Alone share with you?
A moment of silence then
shall you know!
:: 03-31-2017 ::
GLIDING KING OF THE BOULEVARD
AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks like the wooden
cross across Life Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he’s taking me–somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with many souls
walking the path toward diminished dreams
of an afterlife dry-glow-stick lick
so I’m taking my best friend who knows
all my buttons; pushing love
and my shadow-affair’d life
IT’S where I rest my head
just me and my ballpoint pen-Head
called, “Me” and it’s my Soul and
where I want to be.
:: – ::
PHANTASMAGORIA — To Be Alone
there below the last of her
b r o k en h e ART
spread a love that soothed
a secret sorrow!
with life a most inconsiderate
partner of grit, emotion,
and sweat she bit,
punched and screamed,
“If you’d leave me
alone please!”
:: 03-29-2017 ::
OAK BRANCH
being Born is still new:
UP
./ \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.
:: 03-29-2017 ::
DYING TO BE LIKE YOU
falling in line 
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you
:: 03-17-17 ::
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