Got a feeling and it hangs upon the words of thoughts: under
the sheets of my heart
So I say I should turn aside and give you the Nation of my
own heart: when angels weep
I should give up my bag of living tricks that keeps me
alone. Give her your heart; give me my own soul
And should clouds wrestle me to the ground then fog should
say it’s unfair ~
We are more than enough to fight for the best fight
for life and love and who would defend all?
We all have hearts and some alive and then
the others so bruised
they never beat at all
:: 06-27-2015 ::
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by-
silver waving glass
of ocean ||
you called wet love
?
dancing skirt
flinging flowers
all from hair
all in
m e
-o
uch of an if
& your skin eating
all the light beams
of a horny moon
who is she
no other like
more than I should know
she is more dream than
what more becomes
the true soul-mate
:: 06-29-2015 ::
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SOME! To, as by the DEAD
never the golden chest
of a fragile skin for wintry
winds of deepest space!
And by the dead we rest
when time takes our skin
mostly all saved for the few:
who makes the universe!
All in her beauty!
Minds! And words!
And art! And humanity!
THE INDESCRIBABLE
LOVE OF ALL is
THE ZERO of ETERNAL
B E A U T Y
is life 1.61
:: 06-23-2015 ::
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FREE is a spirit unleashed
by all conventional thoughts!
Love kisses the air of all
expansive-nature unbounded
by prison walls: the sun,
her buzzing bee of life!
Children of our own past
— we were and some are
the golden honey of stars!
and a universe inviting us
if we should ever grown up!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
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WHEN TIME BEGGED FORGIVENESS
JUST a worn pencil
and my heart
on paper wet by tears!
Dear who knew time
was that thief
that took youth away!
That we accept unwillingly
a cyclical passage of
humanity known as life:
which I refuse by all my heart
Love is unperturbed by time
and never ages, dear.
So, my love for you that timeless
stone you hold within your hand
Keep it near, it is all of me
my loving One!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
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DYING is not so pitiful
as denying life!
One leg to rise
another to rest
Thrice met have I
hearts of bruised skies
and flowers of my fields
:the little tears wept!
We all: men and women
die!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
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WHEN the message
fails away
ought the ink
or paper fade away?
No, I say.
Words have lives
and souls eternally
climbing mountains!
Syntax termed:
immortality!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
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So slowly the day drains away
from my own aching lonely heart
and I see the trees along my way
to the empty space of my heart
and I hear it whispering,
“So strong so lovely so beautiful
is this coming night” and I weep
again. I see the moon, it says
‘nighty-night’ I see the birds
and the slumbering clouds
kissing me in all their wet mouth
and when I’m alone I should dream
life is a stage of two lovers
shouting emotions and when we touch
we dream a little dream of love
and when the day dreams away
and wild animals sing “souls”
and I close the compact in me
and give all of me, my heart.
:: 06-22-2015 ::
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And your thumb so sore from suckling:
A barn Yard Dance / Say goodnight Moon!
and / Where the Wild Things Are /
Chicka Chicka Boom / Press Here
/ The Rainbow Fish like where
/ The Sidewalk Ends all like
/ The Growing Tree and never
let / The pigeon drive the Bus!
And when you grow up never
let him take everything
I ever taught you dear!
/ James and the Giant Peach
wants to marry / A Little Princess
so you visit / The Doll People
but you, you are the child
that / Books Built a heart
like the Sword in the Stone!
and I’ll find you within / The
Secret Garden of my heart!
:: 06-22-2015 ::
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Perfection is a fractured line
between artist and patient
within a psychiatric ward
— this line
I’ve erased!
:: 06-22-2015 ::
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