i am no-
thing
NEVER was
a thing to
take away–
and now i
AM nothing
Abuse is zero
and i love me
and HATE you
//–//
I AM NO-THING
THE SPLENDID SOUL!
My sun risen, my reason!
My heart my season!
Where love lives
by Spirit and Heart!
My lover my soul!
By meaing by life!
My children
my world!
By God!
:: 10-09-2014 ::
TOO LiTTLE BY SEAM
Too long I’ve lived
Too much I’ve seen
Too brief my love
Too little by seam
That moments alone
seem eternal by soul
And witness, my heart
Too brief my love,
this dream called Life
:: 10-11-2014 ::
A RICHER ONE UNREHEARSED
That thing which thirsts
by and by mostly, i found
upon a day’s journey
The quench he burst
while i listened
to his wisdom-words
and i had no thing
within my pockets
So i told him ‘my
apologies’ —
He took my soul
within his hands
so carefully kissed,
and all within me
a glitter-gold
he did disburse
If you look for life
just remember my friend
a richer one unrehearsed!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
ORANGE-YELLOW GLASS FLOWER
orange-yellow
as though-through
glass flower,
what pull on me
a delicate but
dangerous power!
and your love
that attracts
my worst,
corrupts my best!
‘what true man wants,
two things…’
said Nietzsche;
danger and play!
and nature, smug
and smart as hell,
cultivated your curves
that all men dream
and car-crash love,
soon across the way
below dead man’s curve
and through —
orange-yellow
glass flower
:: 10-11-2014 ::
VELVET VULVA
and the memory perhaps
a not — return
in me eternally
and i me-my aching
overarching burning
knows emptiness
you have my soul
— my longKiss
machine who without
and i feel no one
feeling meMy broken
soul drags me down
where noThing hurts
:: 10-08-2014 ::
THE BANNER-REGRET
When assassins cry
they run —
hiding within the city,
with white-flags hung
And the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storms
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through flesh
— i’ve seen tougher
souls, some men —
in any country everywhere
And kill or be killed
the anthem of death
sung by the lone assassin
Armed yourself you betray
the one who loves you —
she wears the red dress
to cover the color blood
Arm yourself and betray
goodwill should life die
and you cry and run
Hiding within the city
with white-flags hung
and the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storm —
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through your flesh
You know my heart and you
hate the target I placed
upon your heart —
you took a chance and now
no one can save you
A white-flag hung for you
are you willing to die?
:: 10-09-2014 ::
ANOTHER WAY WE CHOOSE TO DIE
She, deep star as though
silence listened — far, afar…
bassLevel destruction slick
which we cannot see stand
the million-year labor like
indolent dreams…
and Majesty’s slick-finger
trigger-killing tragedy
kissing the golden tongue
of the smooth voice-fantasy
Opened doors a path-easy
for corner-cutting fools
what mama said, “Dirty-money
only buys the lies…”
and a broken heart,
We choose our ways
and die fulfilled
keeping lies next
to our soul — just another way
yeah, another way we choose to die
:: 10-09-2014 ::
THE PRICE OF A SOUL
RELIGION, my savior, my building
my daily ritual!
tingle-foot ant climbing hills
doctrine smacking my tenderSoul
my childLike heart weeping
(tithing for the fools)
save my misguided soul
I shall know I’m saved
when the Preacher drives
a Mercedes in Gold
:: 10-09-2014 ::
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