THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
IT IS MY MOUNTAIN
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 FOLLOWS MY LIKE-LIFE
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
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 ::
I SHOULD WANT. TO BE MYSELF
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 ::
VICTORIA(N) (K)NOW(S)
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
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 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX
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!
A HUNDRED POEMS – III
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 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIV
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 ::
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