Tag Archives: #abstract

DEATH IS NOT WASTED

DEATH sheltered upon the spit of dying souls;
sun and heat a giant cat with one flat foot
upon a devil’s wing — the homosexual and
amorous spirits that cross a garden in dead
of night make scary sounds.
my throat an elevator from heaven descending
toward hell with every swallow; my non-
existent ring upon a broken finger as throbbing
sexual oysters.

to smell the clean spirit of angels are as hanging
clothes upon a clothesline within a Spring’s breeze.

:: 09.21.2020 ::


WHAT DOES ANY LIVING THING WISH FOR?

IF i see you next to never
  that hour is mine
for ever that it takes,
thinking, burying thoughts
that spring forth in soil
by long fields of tulips.
  at times i get up late
other times early while
i untangle time within
my lost mind — the golden
gulp of sadness swallowed.
  my rage is sad smoothing
the waves of all oceans.
my thin body stretched
towards the sky.
 helicopter petals of
all brilliant colors
swirl upon my head;
at these times no less
than happy hours of bliss
and kisses.
    there is no reason for
love other than love.
it has been the best merger
of words and emotions
scarcely beginning upon your
lips.

:: 09.19.2020 ::


IF I AM SURE AS I AM

IF you asked me to use your love
tonight by sunlight or by fallen
night, i could not do so;
while my flesh is hungry for you
my Soul and Mind respects the
Light of your Heart.
and as your breasts heave
with lust, i cannot forsaken
the trust i have with my own
heart.

If by nocturnal influence,
the strongest of ferocious urge,
my gaze upon your tender twin legs,
(i mount and mouth in bites the moist
stars of your two eyes)
While my manly chest presses against
your tender female heart; for the ocean
and for the sun’s depth — all of you
is destined for the plow.
i do not shy away but respect
you. when you have come up for air
we shall talk. Until then, my amorous one,
the moon’s tender light ignites your large
expecting eyes.

:: 09.19.2020 ::


DIATRIBE

if you walk with me disregard the dead souls
walking along with me
they impart delicious thoughts of their past
and give me unsolicited guidance. i will show
you my dark secrets if you walk with them and me.
the leviathan of life has a gaping mouth that
eats all things beautiful: hint — all living
things are beautiful forever.

forever.

and i am tired of being accused of being
homosexual: i would rather be bisexual so it
opens the field wide. so beyond soft-liness
than screaming more sing

:: 09.17.2020 ::


FERTILE SOIL

if i had two hearts;
one for your soul
the other for your beauty

if i were a farmer
i would tend to a garden
and gather today’s eggs

  but as a broken-hearted
  poetry i till words – so
  excuse me;  

you see, i am not here
nor there — and the worse
feeling is planting Love

and nothing Grows.

:: 09.17.2020 ::


NO HOPE NO HARM

“i will not be that way, ” i said.
as she took hostage my heart.
“I will not be that way, ” i begged.
as she kissed my soul.

but for you i shall turn the stars
around and move the oceans i declared.

i do not love your beautiful face.
i do not love your curvaceous body.

i love your feet as they brought you
here toward me. And now i enjoy
your mind and through it all things
you are.

:: 09.17.2020 ::


A PALE SOFTISH ROUND COFFIN

A PALE SOFTISH ROUND COFFIN

SKIN can make me cry as roses. Scents of a female? for i do forget
spoken clearly; i am not afraid of death but life.. to have control
means relenting focus for a perfect soul. my questions are purely
my own as though if i ask, ‘what has become of you?’ the world may
never know but i am here. my heart is a shape of a pale softish
round coffin yet to be buried within your mind.

:: 09.17.2020 ::


ZIGZAG CATS

ZIGZAG CATS
every eye upon the ledge lying down sun sets
and WHY-wonders it drew a bead upon my head
and why does my eye see no-thing sweet
instead a dream where lovers sleep
it’s all inside my head and beaver-slapped wood
with all its might a thick tail to kill
the currents of life
and i wept instead of watching the softland
of head and life’s going inside my heart
and so i dreamed:
the mind-spirit of falling dew
saddened all for my mistakes of
falling upon the stairs of life
and life splits
scattering into
zigzags
a gathering grass
for cats

:: 01-11-2015 ::


DYING & HUNGRY

I

Not a firefly but equal
to a glyph and less or more
as light within a cage of flesh
steals like riots —
my mind prowls the poverty of
Life.

Excommunicate while suffering
without shutting up  and hearing
past ghosts whisper:

“dying & hungry.”

08132020


)…THIN &

)…thin &

(
)…thin &       sometimes     –> t ALL    
pouring hourglass rains                     
Oh All! <– she's all within my mind or
some-suchSilly paIN___it's  killing me!   &
the silver rain falls upon eloquence  
within logic — ties me up and arrests me!

:: 02-26-2017 ::rev: 08.09.2020