AND time devours us all!
Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?
I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too
And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!
Where are the feet
that own these shoes!
Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”
:: 11-11-2014 ::
MY induced silence
a pure anguish
which I dearly love
it is the gift unwrapped
beside the door
upon a flatly-table
so stable
Your fascination of me
i beg i am not the worthy
but your continued illusion
of object propels me
My flatter a curse
that burns within me
and I am the forgotten
an uninvited child by life
My crayola
— childhood I smelled
in youth made me cry
a smell of art that indescribable
invited love
and now the pain so replaced
What heart alive
past certainty
knows, not death
The promise
so perfection all within the mind
And I am somewhat heartened by pain
the sign of life-like a dying soul
unlike your love
i am strangely excited
Then i should — gave my life
to the expression of beauty
within art and prose
because flesh is not alive
without her artistic expression
:: 11-11-2014 ::
UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
If confusion has you
(distance and emotion
means the heart skips
smoothly across wishes
of a dreaming spirit)
If you love
(me, i’m the agent of
confusion by way of
my unbridled mind)
a soul, the kindness is
smoothly a skipping stone
And inevitability is cousin
to fate, two clouds
serenading the sun
on Sundays the tears
of two hearts
shower-resembling flowers
like breathing-beating souls
:: 11-11-2014 ::
I GAZED into the mirror’s back
there I saw the world’s eyes
the beauty and horror
of all our humankind!
Even my own eyes I saw
weeping for a blind eye!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?
i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!
while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls
i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
UPON the surface of watery skies
below the waves of forgotten memory
you forgot the smile and her sun
and I drowned in daily life
And for just today you remember
a silent gaze for the moment
you saw my smile in your heart
upon the surface of watery skies
You swore a law you never abide
so you broke the half of sun
in my arms you fell inside
and the skies forever cry
If you ever stay in a place
i watch your feet as they run
always away into watery skies
i forgot the sun in his jealous way
And i swim up above reaching sky
while i see my heart drowning
below the waves of forgotten memory
and you forgot the smile and her sun
while i drown in daily life //
:: 11-10-2014 ::
the beauty of the
biological
mechanics
smite me!
A machinery
of faulty flesh
encased by Soul
— UNHEARD OF
in all the UNIVERSE!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
You gave me hammer and nail
to build a house of prose
upon the hearts of souls
I took the words like sand
my diligent hands bled
building the castleSoul
and real estate by the sea
soon shall eat my sweat and tears!
Life is a word built by hearts
and the soul like an ocean
that eats her sandy beaches!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
AND when you hear God-speak
does your mind weepingly think
what am I and where is this?
and the purpose slippery fish
lost within that vast ocean
And do you sense a smelling love
of fragrant rose with your name
that all was made just for you
and all is a part of your heart
like the stars — your children too?
The secret is the truth
that tucked-away memory
a treasure chest in sands
awaiting your fingers to grasp
Dreams are memories like life!
:: 11-08-2014 ::
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