you have a
wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon
:: 09-19-2014 ::
YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL
TO THEE I SAY
To thee I say,
what is the most
beautiful poem
That kindles your
heart so brightly
For mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds
Before me, I clearly see
such prose —
Your heart, face and soul
is thoust most beautiful poem!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
VAMPIRIC TURMOIL
but it was you who asked
for eternal life my love!
Sacrificing sun for the moon,
the lamb for the creeping
thing. Now you say you want
to shop on rodeo Drive during
the day!
I just want to bite you
all over again!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
SKIN OF THE SNAKE
And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
He hissed and said
“cold and damp,
is my life,
and times are gone
for all true men
to hide inside
the heart of God”
So disguise is gone
and my face is sun
the summer stench
and i climb the stairs
hearing you scream again
Mother’s dead and father
He is arisen in heaven
I’m too cold and damp
so my weathered friend
I go again into the Scream
of deepest fears again
And still the warm winds
of my long dead friends
sing to me once again,
“Judas died for all
the thievery of our souls,
oh, and deep cold suns
and all the living.”
And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
:: 09-19-2014 ::
THE SEVERE DIAGNOSIS OF GOD
DOCTOR#1: this is the worst case I have ever seen.
DOCTOR#2: Ye,s he’s fractured within his mind.
DOCTOR#1: it must be extremely difficult being the Supreme Being.
DOCTOR#2: Of course it is! Look how many personalities he possesses!
DOCTOR#1: Yes, a severe case of multiple personality disorder.
BOTH DOCTORS: OVER 7 BILLION personalities…GOD HELP US!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
OUR SOUL IS BEAUTIFUL
this is my heart.
i read your text and ask,
how was your day, today?
was it wonderful, like me?
and you say,
“I’m on the road.”
…?
[I’m inside myself]
it’s hard to breath
and become insecure
from all the pain
I’m ashamed.
people i see. everywhere
them — can they see me?
and for a moment i get sick
— i get desperate.
i get insecure from all
the pain
i’m so ashamed.
then after a moment
sweet time loves me
i get used to loneliness
and i feel fed from all
the emptiness life tries
so hard to teach me
:: 09-19-2014 ::
RESPIRATORY INSIGHTS (Book of Medical Curiosities)
When Gnomes
sneeze the soil
beneath their
feet turn to gold
:: 09-03-2014 ::
ANGELS
WHERE they dwell they weep,
luminous souls without seam.
The morning glory beyond,
a promise over all horizons!
They flitter, each by one alike,
across the fields and hearts,
the many, too many to count,
in God’s mystery garden of Life.
And when they touch human souls,
their heavenly feathers awaken
you in His glory and windy-melody,
and you, the child, Awakened!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
A FLOWER’S ODE
Oh, my body grows from a stem,
every vein,
fragrance and leaf.
the winds sway my heart upright,
and your touch
before you pull,
I await calmly–my executioner
my pollen smells you woman,
the tender finger-puller of love.
Behold: I die for your eyes
and beauty you see within me,
my petals and colours —
till finally nothing
but dried wick-of-stick.
Everything that seeds taught me
my childhood years so nameless,
and your tears like glistening water,
christen me after I have died!
When you bury me — made radiant
by your shining hair and bosom,
the altar which you have crowned
by your lightly showering tears!
:: 08-31-2014 ::
POKER LIFE
LIFE, that deck of cards shuffled
and cut for an element of chance;
then dealt across the play-board
of life.
:: 09-03-2014 ::
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