when ember rubies slay heart
mine upon rose-tip lips
the small part of your hands
slender steel finger passion
honeysuckle thigh push
my mind into blissful fields
another realm of life we two
melting into a single phrase
‘oh love, my love!’ we say
a cosmos alone we go
a dream is real when shared
I dream if you believe it too
:: 05-26-2014 ::
I can’t tell you how to live
but I know what dying is like
and can say take each day
and hold it like your child.
kiss it, love it and never let go
:: 05-27-2014 ::
she told me
i was crazy
what could I say…
I am what I am
but I loved her
and love are dogs
from hell
that eat hearts
:: 05-27-2014 ::
When you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking —
inside of you?
it’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of —
an anchor-stone
I can only ask because I know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below —
the resting bed
until one day I arose
up into the sun
when I awaken
that’s where I go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
sometimes (now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now// spill
horrified goldfish meeting air
myopic eyes live cataract-like
but still &-now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
:: 05-28-2014 ::
FOR one
incredible moment
nothing happened
and I fell in love
with that nothingness
:: 05-28-2014 ::
IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
Do regrets die away?
some may ask —
a brilliant soul
has such a thought
While some affirm
that yes they do!
I affirm it wears a mask
as regret hides in you
:: 05-22-2014 ::
Is one’s past what one was?
or does one remain as ‘is?’
All flowers bend within the wind
as all souls commit their sins
What quiet thing that hugged me
today the wind barely touched
a tender sky tear-drop eye
my pillow the lazy grasslands
a blanket tender cloud untouched
:: 05-22-2014 ::
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