My words are children
born with or without
legs and hearts
un-aborted regardless
of defects: as giver
of life through emotion
as poetry and paintings
that speak to me
Sometimes a shadow
–we dance
other moments,
an echo,
they always speak to me!
:: 07-24-2014 ::
IF pears compare
to apples smile
then fruit is key;
the orchid of hearts!
And if rivers roar
like stone’s ashore
then water is rock
and time, smooth
My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!
The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!
:: ~ ::
I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning; just
me and I, defined by hands
wringing doubt
I found the meaning of every
moment — dark; a love letter
of life never written and a
soul of white heat
It kept my tears neat
So, I ate the thoughts of belief
upon a sunny morning!
Just me and doubt.
:: – ::
AND so my love shall we be
the wings of a butterfly
dipping nectar -see?
Shall we gather nuts
as the squirrel does
before wintery days?
I wish — may I?
To be the crashing waves
of any shoreline!
Or the dew so heavy
it collapses the leaf
of a morning break!
So, love, what shall we
be? Doves? To spread
our wings upon the hope
of peace — yes, dear.
That is us!
:: – ::
THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
FEELING telling DYing yelling
screaming painful words my love
I should banish my tongue dear
The world and love would praise this
feat I cannot bear
;I am the fear
that adores you
The hidden heart
of a broken soul
So love me and
especially hate
the little spot
I possess called
fear; I kiss you
a million hearts
//my enduring lover
:: 06-20-2015 ::
drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart
To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!
to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
Buddha smiled, Big Belly laugh
OM OM OM
slipt inside a pit of holiness
and ate the mud of birth
God tastes so vaginally sweet
like a pink cotton candy stick
And the Theme Park of Life
swelled in a lustful passion
breaking the rays of a light bulb sun
a 100 watts keeping sight of all souls
A tendency to slip into hungry shadows
and the monkeys within their caged world
threw feces at the visitors watching them
be so unnaturally confined
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo
We’re all One
:: 06-20-2015 ::
Hungry tongue keeps tasting
missing words and I keep writing,
“That that is is that that
is not is not that is it is it not:
So on this hot summer’s day I
threw in commas and spoke with
a fed tongue:
“That that is, is. That that is not, is not.
That is it, is it not?”
And me and my mouth rejoiced without ever
eating the poisoned apple || God swore
and the devil danced, angels rejoiced
and whores and poor men laughed
like aborted children left inside a gutter
:: 06-20-2015 ::
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