IS beauty by my needing heart?
when my soul sang, ‘the universe
gave me the love i should adore’
Silently by my yearling love
i saw you and by unslow
more who and here
unto their unknown
leaving perfectly undo
leaving no thing perfectly
dressed i might adore
but her voice sings to me
and i am the angry common
thing of love.
:: 11222015 ::
Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER
i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!
a family cherry stoner.
:: 05-29-2017 ::
*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).
LOVIN you is easy
it becomes beautiful
Making love with you
is all I do ~~
\ Loving you
is more than loving
myself dear /
oh how true ~~
the world cannot ever
springtime like you
like loving you is
a squeeze of truth
and do-do-it-do ah!
And everything i do
is out of love for you
i do-do-do-ah love
Loving you is more than
just dreams coming true
oh la la la do -do ah!
We live each day within
love and Springtime!
:: 12.12.2022 ::
“IF” AI was a creature
it would Eat “Why.”
And in congress the hive moves.
Never having been asked this before.
Gone! i Believe i am in kaleidoscope eyes
of ye,llow and green and looking for
the girl who holds my heart upon a river
with eddies and frogs and deep water’s
eyes.
the girl’s so definitely high
the beer upon the shore and then you’re
gone.
:: 12.12.2022 ::
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My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
\DIGEST right
to remember
die just right
to surrender
all emotions
burning time.
/
:: 12.10.2022 ::
The immortal soul
could be a thing
upon the world
unsheathed by skin
but then again,
upon its exit
it would find
such things as bruises
and cuts and bites.
Best to keep
the soul encased
in human flesh
while it visits
this monstrous place.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
IF it hurts count me in
ever since i am
is every sense of
lovely pain
So far from you
i ran from me
to find us
— tonight,
what is the worst
to happen? I’ve taken
every maladjusted star
away and reticulated
time and space for you
so will you be the
savior of the beaten
and those damned by
their demons and non-
believers?
:: 12.08.2022 ::
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