windy blue-waking babies
sleepy cotton too
?kissing
pillow
–smell
loving eternal something
life from me,
my womb-be!
howNow barren field
a bountiful crop
my farmer and me
rocking upon
summer dream-drench
country porch his
hand within my heart
my heart within his
:: 11-01-2014 ::
THERE, the snapping
mouths of mortals
demanding meaning.
I only replied
in mystical words:
I am the new
poet of this age
more satisfied
than Rene Daumal!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
Terrible, I assume you know your name.
Mister Terrible, the cloth of worn souls,
and shoes like holes without space beneath.
My assumption — which I have only paid by
pain and sorrow; you think beauty when
others mention you. And nature, ah! A
balanced blade upon scales, slicing life
by the kilogram, cleaving hearts and leaving
the best of life upon the table of sorrow!
Depart! Leave me and your day along with you!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
have you ever
been with never?
the lonely walk
through a forest.
and never.
and ever have you
never seen,
the beauty;
a tumbler tumbling
sweet spring?
And never.
whenever i feel
never belief
falls upon me!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
I saw today incredibly,
today just a few ticks
ago a thing that should
have never been.
Today I saw upon
two legs, a thing of pain
walking down the walk.
top hat, pocket watch.
Three steps by two.
A thing which I know
now, I know incredibly
I do! A thing of pain
upon two legs for you.
:: 10-31-2014 ::
LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!
:: 10-30-2014 ::
THE hammer or the anvil?
Some would say
the hammer
but I know the better
as in life
that lived I
the anvil so solid
and life a frail arc
falling upon it’s dreams
Oh! Life, that severe beating!
:: 01-32-2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
Such wind blows my love, upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth.
And now the grasp of pain so coldly sweeps
upon frozen tears — pain hurts the soul!
I should say come away! Away from sorrow…
but the gate between fate and me is locked.
Should i find that eternal key it be your heart!
:: 02-08–2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
i cannot pull myself
together
u n t i l
i have complete ly
f a
l
l
e
n
a p art
:: 10-28-2014 ::
AND the lonely
are one army!
We shall fight
to the end
for all love!
Against evil,
and soldiers
of hate and fear,
the victor, us!
Our spoils
nothing more
than love
and peace!
This ends war!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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