THE Smallest is a thing
no name barely,
echo memory.
Just the same such a stain
that still remains,
within my brain,
the smallest thing.
fragment memories.
::~~ ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII
A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX
IF I were
a broken soul
who could mend me,
the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty skills
and many tools,
the awl or maybe
stretching tool?
He would surely know
— should I go?
My shoes, so worn
but my soul so full
of these empty holes.
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul
,insufferably I plead!
RUN THE NIGHT ON BUSY WATERS
WE skip night All into a daze
hours and minutes, WATER uh!
and walk the plank of a ship
that breaks icebergs in Bering
pass the coke and Jim Beam
Hey!
I say hang around my sea parking
lot swelling undulating waves!
We run the boat — well, oh hell
yeah…!
Indian Summer nights
hugging my radio
we set sail for the horizon
made it through the cold
and it’s getting real and ya
say let’s head for the coast
Gotta say we got a fishing hole
and the girls of fantasy
feed us tonight
It’s all the summer nights
playing in my head well
got a job and gonna do it tonight
Bring home the smelly clothes
and bacon and another month
of living right now what i’m
talking about! Yeah a few
who run the night on busy waters
we never let go oh hell yah!
We run the night on busy waters
don’t you know? We don’t play
games with lives on the ropes
:: 10202015 ::
SAD STORY RIVER
SAD story river flows over the rock
of my buried heart
Give to me shadows
which dance and if i were me
we’d be so much better off
hear in dream by the rock in the river
i keep you within my breath and make
you happy until the
storm comes
we really rocked the world with love
And if the rain is hungry
it won’t stop until
happy hearts float
grave your life vests
dear cling onto me
and if you save yourself
you make him happy
sad story river flows
but lovely hearts survive
i’ll keep you within my
breath and make you happy
until the storm comes
we really rocked the world
with love
:: 10202015 ::
AN APPLE FEEL FROM THE TREE (not too far)
CLEARLY is mistaken
vision
and vision clearly
mistaken
M
y
de
epest
thoughts are
how He
abused
His children
and now WE are
a burden.
BYSGODANDHISFIRE
ARE we now
within His mansion?
it has many
rooms.
:: 10182015 ::
THE BURNING CORD
Yes a long burning cord
is pacing over the plain
-ly bared necks and we may
have everything we wish but
still hearts bleeding and
embracing vulgar
materialistic laughter
but if i should say
goodmorning and say to you
thankyousoverykindly
your throat is a world
and the oceans words
and your touch is God
:: 10182015 ::
SO COMFORTED CALLING ME INSANE
its going to be the beautiful day
from now on
i’m so comforted by you calling me
insane
i’m so comforted in all the lights
and voices
in my head
a false witness
get out, all of you liars
burning inside me like fire
i’m so comforted in all of me
so color me insane
yeah insane yeah oh well
so used to guises and marks
and soothing moonlight so sue me
Is your libido in an elaborate
carriage clutching a white lie?
your girlish bosom, my! burning
ashes into life and i’m comforted
calling me so insane so comforted
in the holy ghost who watches
sailboats on the water and flotsam
through my heart and jetsam through
the only thing called my Soul
so beautiful is today
:: 10182015 ::
56TH & MY HEART
Polly say you drank
you’re never bored
upon the south corner
of modern life
on 56th and my heart
so lovely she goes
expressing my feelings
so tried so hard
but I still have
just two more things
to say which I never
thought of before
certainly she gave more
on 56th and the corner
of my heart
self-prophesied
just one thing more
thought we were walking
upon the Galilee
Sea with Jesus and
night feel and the sea
arose as a ship my heart
caught within a wind storm
i never had a chance
a stone aged teen love
and Jesus weeps for us
:: 10162015 ::
C: ONE THING?
MY love is there but just one thing
and all else a shadow amongst
hearts? If one thing and nothing more
I understand why dancing shadows
cry. If more than a thing then many
more too. I say laughter, pain, joy
and even death are things.
some dance and others weep
but mostly I say the ‘Thing’ called
life loves.
:: 10172015 ::
I, TODAY THOUGHT I SAW LOVE
i, today thought i saw love
it’s wings across blue
dulling skies before night
streaks white burning
pink laugher then some
Where highest emotions roam
may accuse you “a romantic”
if we meet between thoughts
that lonely cloud we know
is the dream above the ground
a belief in “all things are usually
good” and if time would stop
i, dearest love would give history
to you in small pieces of kisses!
:: ~~ ::
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