Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous ? Dormez-vous ?
In the morning sleeping dreams
wake me with pregnant ringing bells
Ding, ding, dong. Ding, ding, dong.
I’m so tired so tired my little friend
“Where did my life go?”
And the little girl in pink on a
bicycle says, “First tell me;
what is your monster?”
the cat has a voice eating me
and i’m so exhausted in this world
and cicada likes it’s voice
droning ding, dong, ding!
Found myself in a cemetery
“don’t be shy so come closer.”
And blue skies sins a tune
so familiar I should have known.
the lining of a coffin lost it’s
glue and smothers the breathing
death of a half-life corpse
I am on a date and everyone
collapses in applause realizing
that i know i am one of them
:the dead disbelieving life
and well does it matter if
9 month old babies laugh
at me?
:: 07-1/8/9-2015 :::
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AND if tears (they are from me)
drop in descending
decay as time tick-tocking wishes –a
burning life cheated by fire called,
“I wish to be more this time”
what of “me?” and
my role models are
Mountains and vast Seas! and nothing by
flesh!
the dirt smells like the mother who
born me: all her musty loving scent
especially when after rains so wet and
borning other “others”
the fields are green
Today i am the ‘no one’ and yester-
day more and tomorrow?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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THERE, the hunger! When (sometimes i
never wish them) TH0UGHTS are born
i open my mouth to DEVOUR THE WORLD
in all it’s strange tastes || the how
is less strange as why –> ghosts like
me! I am the rare paranormal flesh
that sees and feels since I once read
the Book of Knowledge (elseWhere) and it
burned my brain and soul in the Akashic
Library — the garden is beautiful and the air
has music within it’s space and light is living
and souls sprout up from the ground like children
grinning for a kiss!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves! Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
fresh-watered kisses
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love? Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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i removed myself today from focused pain
(a thing that’s so real) and heavy days
are over so i believe(d) with pale tender
white feet walking over a road
strewed with shards of reflecting memories
like my empire of thoughts
:all dirt leaving me alone
in a soul of colored pride
beneath the stains of time
and eating — like someone
who goes all like everyone
i’ve ever known, goes away –>
beating sound within my
chambered chest full of
earth’s old timid grace!
you wished to make me whole
And your tears past before
a splashy muddy mouth in
the river of my own life
:whatever i’ve become is
exulting,gentle love
in the end…
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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i cut myself today
upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear
who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)
like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days
and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived
with how we cling to
our minds always
sharpest when comes fear
until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest
final air
is what we become my dearest
friend internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams
:: 07-18-2015 ::
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IF i should fall(ingly) stumble
and reach my face against life
let me kiss that spot which
met my lips and refrain from
screaming: the pain, oh! the
pain of stumbling through life!
:: 07-16-2015 ::
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TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence: the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched
and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!
but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one
i would wish and might and say and sing:
“Marigold! Marigold! What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”
:: 07-16-2015 ::
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IN the large light of
a loving tongue
and gold is pink lips,
so understood!
i am so construed
by the gallop of
my beating heart ||
and if you understand
conjugated by two souls
of mine and yours
and it’s love within
the hands of a sudden
fastidious expressive
explosion, it’s understood
and while this
Everywhere and Thing
i hold close to me
to comprehend the
innocently doomed
o my love oh if you
never ask me why i
never say goodbye to you
(so understood) she’s
everywhere with-where i am
and if love is understood
:: 07-15-2015 ::
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