The faceless indescribable thing
approached me from across the way.
My heart, racing as my blood froze,
while a single piercing tone drowned
my ears. Mere feet away from me
it’s wax-like hands reached out to
touch me. All I could do was
stand upon my marble-legs and
silently scream as I watched its vaporous
body violently shift and phase. This, yes,
this is a lost soul I realized
as it gently touched my cheek.
05-11-2014
dreaming I dream of nothing
if I dream I should dream of you
but my dreams are empty
as that country road yonder
and if I should dream some day
it would be of you and lips
a dream unlike ever dreamed
my passion dreams such things
untouched by flesh or soul
unblemished lips I dream
untouched heart I wish
my dreams one day come true
until then I dream of nothing
my dreams wait for own as you
:: 05-09-2014 ::
I fell to sleep a fitful dream
and found myself upon stone steps
I followed a monk into that place
where cosmic meaning lives and breathes
and I heard the canyon winds
and that heavenly chime upon my lips
and sometime later I was summoned
into an antechamber of the Holy One
his age was timeless as his skin
I saw him laying upon a stone bed
and he motioned me come closer
as I leaned over his overgrown beard
so white and unblemished hair
he stared into my eyes and I could not
believe what I saw
stars and life across the universe
looked into my eyes and wisdom
I then knew I was such a lonely man
and my tears could not stop flowing
and I heard that song that never stops
It sang deep within my heart
You will never be alone
and in time you will remember
what purpose within your hands
I kissed the Holy Man
and he whispered into my soul
You will see light in the Darkness
:: 05-06-2014 ::
my tear swell
sadly feels
such —
barrenness
an empty well
— my spirit shell
a gift for free!
‘my inner light’
for the world
to believe-see
:: 05-05-2014 ::
mighty one!
your gaze, a burn
which spread across
all hidden things —
bring to light
great and small!
what grand warmth
such unbearable hug
each day I kiss the sun!
:: 05-05-2014 ::
my mind
my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic
architect
what I dream
I pull
from sub-
conscious
a thought-form
a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
:: 05-05-2014 ::
If you put a speck
of honesty into today’s
marketing strategy
the whole house
of cards crumbles
:: 05-03-2014 ::
Oh la ah la
ooh ah la
i remember fun days
and bitter cuts
from your tongue
you say dreaming
I walk beach sands
thunder beneath my feet
I would believe you
but I see my cuts
and still they bleed
my ocean — emerald green
it tastes salty good
your ocean a crimson-red
and dead fish at my feet
sea shell flotsam
the key for my gate
I. Break out prison
and run to my beach
Poseidon my lover now
:: 05-01-2914 ::
I met a caricature of me
while sitting at a bar
we stared
in each other’s eyes
and pondered our words
I thought he — exaggerated
exaggeration spoke
— the same
we ordered everything
in the bar
and had a liver
to conqueror
but sadly in the end
— by fate’s twist
the bartender
was more grotesque
:: 05-01-2014 ::
TONIGHT
death made a bet
and lost
he turned in his cloak
and started the night shift
at the city life clinic
and saved my life
with a smile he released me
knowing my true nature
I, the dark one who feasts
upon the weak —
hundreds have known my face
:: 05-02-2014 ::
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