i know the poem
(and many think, too)
licking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
shadowLife, my like-life
follows, one against the ground
and who can understand
the tall-standing one?
in light, together like-be,
at night, absorbed within me
an asylum for two-sided coins
where lifePocket holds a hole
a hatch for escaping Life,
and beauty falls beneath
rushingBusy knees into that
sewer of busy street-life
:: 10-01-2014 ::
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
a hand and it’s five fingers
each one a story
that gives emotions;
one for love,
when life is frail
the second for age,
when death tries to steal
a third for romance, when life is young
my fourth a prize-gift, she is next to me
and the fifth for Life, which allows me to remember…
life is my sweetest friend
when i go so does my love
it’s the only thing that’s real
and i have eaten pain, so familiar
i tried once, to kill it everyday
spat at the brilliant sun
and dug my heels into the One
and in the end i saw everyone
go away, like the pain i lived
and now, my broken heart steals
what feelings I had buried
beneath the hate and all the hearts
And I ask, “what did I do, my friend.
I squandered my precious ones,
all for the empty fear that ate
my heart…and I should remember,
when I start again…I should
a want to be myself.”
:: 09-29-2014 ::
ti(me)
frailly
t(ick)ed
strikingly
killing me
her (man)ner
found t(he)
her(art)
within my
poe(try)
:: 09-29-2014 ::
when the lust, where what love
autumn’s dress for the fall
that nymph and golem may call
brilliant bloody muddy air
and dance, humanity (a/s)way
the conjure of passion-magic
be-and what so much, so be
diligently, ballerina heart
a gaggle-swoonly crystal pond
gasping wooded valley song!
A kiss to fear; kissing you!
and heaving-heaping tears, too
my bow to the princess beauty
and I, the beastly creature
they shall cry, ‘go!’ to myHorror
and no tear between heaven-here,
but hearts like mountain-skies
may invite love and romance
beyond the gate of pearl
–Spirit calls the cards
a deal to deal and some-twice
when dealt to most who die;
love survives immortally so
:: 09-29-2014 ::
IF I were
a broken soul,
who could mend me
— the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty skill
and many tools,
the awl or maybe
stretching tool?
He would surely know
— should I go?
My shoes, so worn
but my soul so full
of empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
repair my soul
insufferably I plead!
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife-heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for man
and the council,
the pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and,
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal-rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak-near
the hand grab my heart
heroes save, what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along, tomorrow-
today the gift is given
softly, we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
and simple pleasures
:: 03-12-2014 ::
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach me strength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
THE many
times,
few
moments
t o o,
a silent
w o o,
visits
m
e
:: 09-25-2014 ::
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