THE thorn is beautiful
so today i touched my soul
so focused upon my pain
and my eyes are
looking to hurt myself
to see if i still
feel the tick-tock
of time: and EveryThing
is familiar ~
i tried to ease the beating
of my heart
oh, i remember everything
and if i said everyone
is a thrum -?beating joy
and all the pain i’ve
thrown your way makes
me hurt –~ and i say,
‘my sweetest memory
and i see how you
and me were/the never-
BE cause i let you down
and so i say the Thorn
is Beautiful.
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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ANCHOR weight upon the
hull of my skin
and down below the waves
i met a friend or five
i was ship-wrecked
didn’t say life guard!
AND now down in the park
with hundreds of thousands
met the shadow who killed me
didn’t scream ‘help me’
i am the soul who bleeds
I magma like mother earth
it’s not quite the same
as flesh and bone but you
know ~~ souls are the same
WHATEVER you live
AND ‘WHO’ is a mind-blown
thought: ~~>i don’t think
just feel i heard your voice
and if i touch your heart
:someTHEN some like one you
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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DID you perchance
upon the lance
of brilliant genius
touch the heart
of one keyboardist?
Für Elise~
(Herr Beethoven!)
That every student
across the world
who learns the keys
plays your heart
and He? Toward the
floorboards upon
his knees knowing
beauty and nature
are separated by
composure and ethics
one piece of
famous score!
Applause for
love and soul!
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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EACH poem is not for words
nor for hanging portraits
upon the eye~
but a lesson: the emotions
are greater than any angle-STACKED
font-bite BEING!
It is EMOTION and not words
that poets should express
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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does the egg adore
the embryo?
and a heart,
the emotion of
love and hate
or FEAR?
i might say:
being comfortably
home now(today)
the eggSHELL has
no bearing on embryo
and nor does the
heart with hate
or love or indifference
the universe is a child
learning
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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THERE IS something
approaching ‘i’
without fOr M
it is without name or address
but has scorn
then, too so i do, scorn so then
again maybe friend
and N OT FOE!
Approach it does each breath
and beat of weeping heart
:: P R O S E ::
there! My dearest friend –>NO!
IT IS ALL I AM!
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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my NUDE MIND
unfolding this extravagant
tightly wounded emotion
///////into\\\\\\\
words i dearly wish i could
express in touch and kiss!
the private sentiments by
which dusty desert winds
blow away; like all great
compositions of hearts and
souls!
And my palette is full of red!
as blood, dear, as blood
though cold it is you i
embrace of fire and wood
and the winds! the winds
say, “kiss her again and again”
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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i found a bag of stringFULL
pearls
and i don’t care if you
use me again;
kissing sharpArrows
slung by Cupid’s despair
the mythology is the forgotten
romance of humanity
the great Ones never clog their-
sevles with the feeble praise
of poetic life ~ and i need you
even dirt understands me and
for-heaven’s sake i won’t believe
there’s not another place
where we will not sit
it’s so cold to be NoWhere
so old to be here and so easy
to blow up problems; it’s so
easy to breakdown and so easy
to love the sound: “i love you”
hands on ankles feet on wrists
and naked in thoughtful
bliss of you ~
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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i would with older shoes walk wet streets and watch
mirrored water scattered-by what was my dreams
the taunting children of school screaming “you are
poor!” seeing holes within my pants/but my heart was
and ALWAYS new regardless of school’s seasons and some
-gentler kind HEARTED souls would befriend me }| in the
library always where I stayed at recess and after lunch
until the metal heart beating drill-drum thrumbed rapping
ringing bell rang:
“come! let us congregate
again and match brain-to-brain!”
i always won when they
picked upon my soul
always gentle to them
but the lesson was higher
than the chin upon where
they gripped the floor
life, that burning decision of purpose!
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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i look away then
what if you never look
at me? WHEN the clock ticks
and never says time
i say i always lose
i never hear what you
say so go slow
confused || warm nights
and if when then sometimes
C O N F U S I O N
i hear you calling my name
‘dear, i go slow and if
you wish watch the clock,
and if you fall learn
how the second hand moves’
it’s a single moment of time
that moves us through life
and hope you find it
it’s a reason why i’m out
of time ~ and if you’re
lost i look away then
what if you never look at me?
It’s when the clock ticks
and never says time
:: 07-09-2015 ::
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