TO be the rare breed
to love the uncensored
female body — the advanced
maneuver available to men
and women of seasoned sexual
palates and hang-up free psyches!
To love the menstrual cycle;
a hardcore connoisseurship
The vag more sensitive when
flowing in menstruation!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
I see the night lit up
by day; some call
it life
I say okay
And the world wears
a cloak of stars
upon it’s collar
and the fine seamstress
sewed deep pockets
where Life and Death roam!
And that inner robe!
From waist to knee tis
where we all should be!
Between Land and Ocean,
Between Dream and Life,
Between Life and Death!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
MY God I saw
the love-bug today
red and black so like
the spots upon my heart!
She crawled upon my sleeve
where be tender tears
and drank away the sorrow
My God I know what be Mercy!
:: 04-28-2015 ::
BY all those that are living
have traveled from that which
is dying
or dead
And from that knot
to the ultimate unraveling
those that are living
will have traveled this far:
to dying
and even death!
:: 04-29-2015 ::
so like a gentle walk and I don’t know how
i can tell you — won’t ever play with you
and like my mama told me
‘keep precious hearts closely to your soul’
i love you but don’t know you
and can’t believe how people say
‘never let your hair down’
it’s a sad fact like broken hearts
and when I’m out i see you walking
and i think you see me — could it be
you’re playing a game — that’s the way
wars are lost; especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are
oh yeah, oh so terribly sad
to feel the tears upon my cheek i hate me
i let my hair down but never knew a heart
that burst fire just for me
should i go alone? Into the deepest night?
why don’t you ask me? Could it be you found
another game to play? Oh! Maybe that’s the way
wars are lost. especially between hearts
when we are so afraid to be what we are.
Oh, yes. Oh la la la…I say with my heart.
:: —— ::
I think today I broke
a word in my ignorance!
I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
the damp soil, lay the bee!
And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder,
‘Oh! It cannot BE!’
:: – ::
if i lie within
my bed of pain
let’s call her death
and my sheets i’ve woven
entwined dreams of youth
that i took your breasts
within my mouth
i weep!
and to see how life expands
into a thin string of weakness
and of your-heart
and smile
too i’ve seen thinly die
i ate the dreams
from your mouth
and arguments are stupid things
spectral ghosts of hungry love!
but your eyes and lips and hands
are just as ghostly to my heart
as years that creep away
so do you!
:: ~~ ::
Did you see? I dropped my phone
three times today
by noon
And it has yet to break but
I am trying but the devilish
device is strong!
unlike me
I dropped by three before sunrise
and four before I hit the door
that greeted me
the world is strong
but me; that broken heart!
And it does seem so adventurous —
the one accustom to guises and masks
so I fade I melt
And the sun laughs a million flames
that lick my burning skin
and I’m free to walk alone
away into oblivion
:: 04-08-2015 ::
I could have slayed you with the love
the world gave me
I hold it within
the gleaming eyes of all the souls of
prostitutes, gamblers, beggars
priests and politicians
BANG!
SOME good Samaritan fell to his knees
and kissed the ground with
blood from his giving heart dropping
falling breathing the acrid air —
the devil frowned
falling to his knees!
And I have no sweetness left
and no more dreams to give,
that buzzing bee within my soul
found a hole within my heart!
Potnia! I can see you spread
your golden wings
the Pure Mother Bee!
:: 04-10-2015 ::
AND how many skies
for a single soul?
Just one and none,
if it may be!
The Soul is higher
than any sky when placed
upon soil;
its eyes toward the sun always
and when released
from skin it paints
the sunrises
for all to see!
:: 04-10-2015 ::
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