TONIGHT i paint a dream
And anyone
No one i knew
can see it’s frame
the brush i hold
a gentle pulse
within my heart
ignored by love
but not the stroke!
a dream
i have is all my own
the tremor whispering
i walk fallen
dry leaves in fall
a beauty beheld
life like my own!
i fit between
toc (me)
tic (time)
revelations!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
By far the most beautiful
name of nature’s bosom
the love i chase in fields
oh my…
Plumeria!
That you fragrant mostly
when angry light hides!
beneath both moon and
within solemn sigh
together we ponder
moon!
Like moments — I am lost,
you prefer sphinx moths
and they –> shallow hearts
so your hunger for sun
and water I diligently give
my soul the star
the tears your water!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
Husband, that I did!
and grandly like
a rising sun
feeding life!
Now alone,
did anyone say
“hello?” when they
left my door
to life that day?
I should praise
the fields
and their skirt
of color always —
who ever heard
A flower
moaning
for water
when light
sucked
seeds dry?
:: 12-09-2014 ::
It’s been some hurting time: I lost it in a dial of fountain garbage youth — catfish mouth hooks and I never saw you sorry inside
Boreas is colored freezer pain! I haven’t had a hand job or pie Since the government gave me opportunity or more chances than churches where Jesus hangs on solemn walls while
flesh bags cry and pray for all their sins in a covered wagon somewhere in the 1950s black and white television. Gee I never knew ancient ones wore makeup and butterfly Lips like a hungry flower in a whore field. The sky gave me her scars like purple vaginas missing periods for months.
And Billy went to the store to pick up a jar of fat pickles. She never reached behind the curtain but I had my dummy and a fist beneath his cheap shirt making all the moves of a failed life.
11-03-2014 ::
I dreamed disgusting me
and see my hands so red
leaving pain and hurt
the dream i hated became
what I ever was
just a child confused
and i wished when i pulled
apart the wings of butterflies
i could be a wingless one too
so i am and never flew
like my butterflies we walk
oh yes, it burns butterwalk
each step from flight
oh, burn, burn! I could
never say what I mean
and express in my words
what a little boy feels
when life was crushed
from his heart so I smile
seems the wings died
when I walked out the door
another person into the world
And I forgive the shadow
who kisses me instead of love
I saw a spark inside my heart
it separates life from death
and butterwalk between both
:: 12-05-2014 ::
WHAT thief!
Coy and soothing
belongs something like
confessions through tears
Words. Paint! The thief
of my own life that takes
away the embering lit heart
unto heaven; and leaves
me exhausted life a lover
who gave me evrything,
and more than love!
Poetry. Art.
My lover!
11-03-2014 ::
Say, be my love(mystery too)
My heart!
Than can be more careful!
Time the (pre)veil of misty dreams
Those broken mis-step footfalls
across your pure heart
I took and more closely than
the love you Gave the GhostMe
Separation(imagine
lost in life divided
by space-time and God)gave me
the Eye of the Soul
(Bare hearts like snow,
even rain and mud know
understanding nature)
the endless journey now!
11-03-2014 ::
I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger
and I point towards the sky
making all things good!
:: 12-04-2014 ::
It’s been 14 dreary days since you
took my heart away (thundercloud
dripping sadness, clapping applause)
I saw my face in a shattered mirror
the broken glass Picasso’d me
so I ate a purple-painted brush
threw up on my canvas of life
You — like me, I like you, you not so
simply adviced by Cupid’s broken arrow
So I walk the garden and snappy leaf
of my favorite Venus lie-traps
licked my wounds and bumble B
stinging my dripping painted heart
I couldn’t have met my fate with you
without my garden of shyness and love
so I gave you a clapping hand upon
these past fourteen heavenly days
Forever, forever, forever!
Even though I forgot the contour
of your Mona Lisa lying face
and somebody else already used
the word of a chained heart in hell
but I wish I had more time
opportunity to explain my disgust
:: 11-21-2014 ::
River dreams slipping rocks
and i swore i had a place
across your shores too
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat
and no one i think loves
the weaker one but i know
heat and life are a part
of tiny movements
always know i sometimes
dream but the current
moves me \\ i think
a revelation can catch me
but the river flows
like
time, what
space too
across your shores
i thought rock but life
gave me pebbles to eat
and i’m only just me
so i can only sing
“the river of life
can take you down
if only you believe,
if only you believe,
in dreams…”
:: 11-20-2014 ::
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