life is a stranger in boots
snake skin patterns moving
through wet night streets
and that blooming howl
on Bourbon Street cuts through
what’s left of your dark soul
Jazz notes falling into pieces
across reflective night streets
And when you’re strangely happy
you know you’re snake skin too
And when you’re deranged beneath
moss trees on a pirogue floating
a night spent in LaLaurie Mansion
will make the best
of other-worldly friends
life is a stranger in boots
and snake patterns know the moves
a cascading undulating twist
through Mississippi mud too
Marie Delphine LaLaurie loves you
She will invite you to stay a night
and that slave you become is ghostly
a torture for a slice of social life
And the mobs outraged == she fled
or maybe not…the moss knows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #New Orleans, #poem, #poetry, #voodoo | posted in Death, Fear, Horror, Life, Paranormal, Poetry
plastic falling pieces
into ember-tear drops
and those tree roots
pulling at my leaf-heart
there’s a fire burning
devouring all I see
I could cry like a crow
but my spirit’d rather soar
and people dance and trip
across the blink of an eye
a measure of their life
less than a yawn from nature
and plastic falling pieces
never shatter when they fall
only leaving psychedelic patterns
all across my mind
but I love to walk in a rain
made of broken sharp shards
of blue stained glass
:: 04-24-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #living today, #poetry, #reality, #superficial life | posted in Awareness, Life, Poetry, Surrealism
what longing within
your eyes
a tender sweet belief
I see
a gaze across what is
and what
could always be
and lips apart
expectation-kiss
a slow hand moves
across a breast
a touch of your heart
that which you always give
that brilliant love
which is, but how can it be
in this shadow-world today
dear angel soul-woman
what desires you have
focus upon this man
I am just
a human animal
and not worthy of more
a man that just grazes
in the fields of madness
learned for sure but so
and surely not enough
to even hold
your tender hand
:: 04-24-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #love, #poetry, #reality, #surrealism | posted in Awareness, Life, Love, Poetry
life is a stranger in boots
snake skin patterns moving
through wet night streets
and that blooming howl
on Bourbon Street cuts through
what’s left of your dark soul
Jazz notes falling into pieces
across reflective night streets
And when you’re strangely happy
you know you’re snake skin too
And when you’re deranged beneath
moss trees on a pirogue floating
a night spent in LaLaurie Mansion
makes the best of other-worldly friends
Life is a stranger in boots
and snake patterns know the moves
a cascading undulating twist
through Mississippi mud too
Marie Delphine LaLaurie loves you
She will invite you to stay a night
and that slave you become is ghostly
a torture for a slice of social life
And the mobs outraged == she fled
or maybe not…the moss knows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #coven, #evil, #horror, #Louisiana, #macabre, #Marie Delphine LaLaurie, #New Orleans, #poem, #poetry, #serial killer | posted in Death, Fear, Horror, Poetry
AND if i said, ‘no’
would you hear, ‘yes’
the first, expressed fear
the other, a hidden wish
:: 04-22-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #fear, #love, #poetry | posted in Fear, Love, Pain, Passion, Poetry
the bumble bee —
mid-air freeze
and hummingbird,
tacked into the sky
my walk, molasses-like
and air thick, too cool
i’ve stepped between
the seconds of time
into a place outside
of mind
that low moaning
a groaning slowness
of arrested world
a snap of my finger
the world, again flows
:: 04-22-2014 ::
2 Comments | tags: #Einstein, #poetry, #quantum, #reality, #surreal, #time | posted in Awareness, Poetry, Science
time, that illusion
it’s cousin – motion
neither exists
beyond human eyes
— all is static
never changing
just a unified field
expanding
contracting
and universal
consciousness
watching rapid flickers
of death-rebirth
:: 04-22-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #Einstein, #life, #poetry, #quantum, #science, #time | posted in Awareness, Poetry, Science
My morning smile
love garden
what dew
upon your fern lips
the soil keeps you warm dear
my fantasy tingles
your stem
it’s a love cloud over blue
a gift humming bird hum
orange sherbet
cream eyes
sapphire blue lips burning
ruby hearts colliding too
I whisper to0
you hold on
and never let go this moment
time is a fire that burns
and life
is a frozen ice
only flames melt us to be
in this moment of bliss
My lovely flower bee
pollinate my dreams
and let me dream forever
a vast field of you
:: 04-20-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry | posted in Poetry, Romance
And what say we
tomorrow that sun
a window and beyond
the blue jay sings
inside my bed
my own nest so warm
and there besides
my heart, thee
my hands touch
the promised land
and her dessert lips
burn my soul
together a sun
and glow that shines
so brightly that day
is dim compared
we together
that heavenly nest
:: 04-20-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #love, #poetry, #romance | posted in Love, Passion, Poetry, Romance
Here I was reading Andre Breton
and got up to get a glass of water
upon returning to my room I saw
myself still in bed
the horror upon my face
so I fled —
downstairs to the couch
where I placed my hands upon
my face the mouth still in horror
and then the front door opened
and I saw my face over there
and the horror of our stares
to see my self at the door
and my self saw me on the couch
I sat down with myself
we had much to discuss
:: 04-20-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #poetry, #surrealism | posted in Horror, Poetry, Surrealism
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