I marched in place
of Father Time
This did I
for me and you
That he would run
is not like me
A casual stroll for all
toward Eternity
:: 03-02-2014 ::
A CASUAL STROLL
A VISION
I saw a rock hit the abode
and oceans swayed below
only sky remained dried
this my friend, deceased
showed a decade ago
And fires that burned
an Earth, opened hungry
that gapping mouth for life
and fear fed Judgment
:: 03-01-2014 ::
WORLDS
Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
NEW ORLEANS
New Orleans I return
for just a moment
to kiss the witch I know
and drink and eat blood
A most mysitcal place
and most enlightened
spot for me to frolic
Five days from now
Prepare yor proper
I come warlock fashion
:: 03-01-2014 ::
WOMAN
What woman she
of no true clan
a bastard’s bitch
a flight for life
born for pain
and giver of life
Such beauty she
Cosmic love-be
Tenderly praise
We of God-be
:: 03-01-2014 ::
WET HONEY SUCKLE
Trip — I fall so sure am I
that my resting place
at your feet, tenderly
that bee seeks a spice
a honey sickle kiss
For me leave your touch
upon that spot that beats
My eternal love dream
seek me and love-see
:: 03-01-2014 ::
GALLANT BALL
That slipper from a night
I found upon my doorstep
So elegant thou foot be
That I should die to know
the rest of you jewel-eye
Mystery woman of night
I fall to deep dreams
and die each heart-beat
Come to me woman
there within your garden
eternally I shall always wait
:: 03-01-2014 ::
CREATION
EVEN the Almighty
surprises Divinity
for His creation
is uncontrolled
and as all great artists…
have no boundaries
:: 03-01-2014 ::
NOT WITH A GRAND PLAN
IT began not
with a grand plan
but within a fit
of utter despair
and the fury
of God-Light
consumed nothing
but gave all love
:: 03-01-2014 ::
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