i see WHAT could not be
i feel WHAT i thought
i could never think
i believe what thoughts
i could never feel!
all because of you
my dearest miracle!
to be is that what loves
to love is what grows
to be more than me
to know life is more
to finally meet life!
all because of you
my dearest love!
i/you — we!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
IF when facing Life
with one mouth
and one word
it shall be,
“Oh!”
:: 07-21-2015 ::
IN my all_NESS sarcastic
narcissistic and sardonic
(mysterious)ly someIF_me
obnoxiously foolish ways
convey a disgruntled
and hurtful hating butterfly
i say blame it upon the Sun
it burned my wings just today!
when i said “who were we
just yesterday? did not we
see the miracle burst uponTHE
some lazy cloud within our
soul?”
Completely irritated and SEE-do
did_I outrage that i did not
kiss you: with alarmed eyes
when i spoke these words to YOU
so sweetly-Startled say i, ”
horrified” so i was annoyed
and within my heart of secretive
quizzical guily-Disbelieving
sad_bitter REMORSEFUL love
bade a farewell to blooming
love and so there! The road
dull and deary but best when
never knowing whatIF couldHAVE
been! –i always wished for
the most!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
ablaze beached-brash dusty flamboyant
fluorescent gaily heart in life by harmonious expectation…
of rejection?!
so harshly my lover; iridescently
in your ways
and at times when the blue jay
hesitates in song — monotone
and muted in love; is when the feeling of
joy turns pastel begging
restrain as the last moments
i have remembered in sepia
as photographs so old they are
red-brown colored;
to have known love so translucent
and vivid — a shade violent!
just too painful to recall
and now all white a washed in
what-WAS and isNOW
:: 07-21-2015 ::
WHEN mountains move
and sun dances
and rivers sing —
a melancholic
elegance my dreamy
charm;
the female sensitivity
that feather brush
upon my heart as
an angel’s wing!
your genius is within
your heart!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
AND summer feels folded
inside dreams of seasons
which clearly are you
the always ‘reason’ i
may-might express in all
drunkenness of this love
i have: AND if one
such is a fluttering
wing of precious white
dove feather as you,
i dream i express my
lips upon the paradise
of your virgin heart!
‘i’ is so small and yet
i is so large and what
of it? if love is me
then love clearly is
like-when i say hello
to you and you smile
and bite your lip
and i love you the more
most biggest ever of
my feeling!
:: 07-19-2015 ::
The waves are misty clapping
seas, lovvv–i—,ng some——
thing inside a roar |beating heart/
| Gogh once painted it
but decided on fields with
flowers and twirl-swirling
stars
enough to make me cry
:: 07-19-2015 ::
the conception of my
poetry is less a spark
than feeling
the feeling that i know
my emotions are true:
the truest thing in all
the universe i have friended
:something to never betray
but hold dearly and especially
while i write!
sometimes i scream
other times cry
and a few in anger
but when i write
i seem more than ‘me’
it’s the voice of
universality
:: 07-19-2015 ::
A Heavy molar likes to
hurt me so painful
sweet tooth in my
heart aches like
the tooth ache
and did you say
you are ashamed
don’t make me pull you
mister dentist says
you are so like me
loves sugar and coffee
:is it the trend of
living in shame
aaah! i really hate
to love you and we’re
really weak and smell
like lovers rubbing
on the mask of the
dentist pulling the
molar of our soul
:: 07-19-2015 ::
MY calm heart weeps
in all (did i say
express life?)
of this magnificent
day __ it is the fruit
of breakfast mornings
any m,erry berry pretty
(i shall awaken soon)
to this-day! \you and this
grand thought who-singsong
says –does do re mi
with her white three
stimpstamps) chokechump
singSpeckled brightendSKIN
strut:scratch-scrutch
moi bay be daz lovely
YOUR EYES are the world’s
oceans and that heart!
and i have forgotten the
five simple facts
— and simply: when we are
forever and not this ‘now’
i say we shall never be
the dead children of adults
so gently lay down your head
to dream(nothings) of || i
can begin to imagine
through mysterious mankind
locked in foreverish time!
::; ;07-192-15 ::
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