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DREAMING LIFE
i caught myself
dreaming myself
in streaming lines
of such brilliantly
dis joint ed
f a i r y tales
a seam i tripped
upon and pulled it back
and saw m y self
dreaming
l i f e
SPEAK OF MY LOVE
LIKE a smile you’re so worthy
so pleased by your love,
like a heart-blooded soul.
I thank you // and I’m so
alone; all where I breath.
It must be so strangely
exciting to watch my skin
and blood burn within me,
must be so tenderly kind
to look into my eyes,
and you should know
you’re not alone
each night.
Like a child within a maze
of feelings, look, the sun
burns my path like I lived
before and first they’re
not around so you’re invited
by choice. If (eyes see blue
skies) a silent burning love
is all of the fields of flowers
of love’s eyes. To watch the
sun shed her skin must be a
heart-tender cosmic sharing
of our love!
:: 11012015 ::
O ME O MY O WE
SWEET life love lick
glory as you were
i am a friend you
a bee out of skies
a last immortal leaf
don’t be late
dead and gold
alive and old
a formal sperm
in the
dust
this is a memory of shiny
things as the mud i breached
we were receptive
,earth, O me O my O we
i’m depressed as a friend
then a drill as a kiss
these fragile splendors from
as i know memories (is it so)
as a friend i know Marian
i know memories i know you
come be as a friend we love
no lingering no backward step
just to be us O
o me o my o we
o we o why o yes i love
just a memory, a memory
of my m i n d
O y e a h
:: 09162015 ::
REFUGEE OF LOVE (WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU)
EATING my reasons i taste how speed kills me
a reminder of how sheep bleep gotta feel how
my skin feels so outta my ‘self’ — empty lips
killing me in all ocular reason so far
from home to find me to find myself i am
refugee of love (I CAN’T HELP MYSELF)
oh how we die (flat black dress in perfect gray)
no, how we lie and speed kills
coming down a mountain and the Jesus who never
touches ground a clean toe //woke up
inside myself and in God/gold how i feel your
lips and the world flocks to a tomb of resurrection
and i found myself/stone believing
i’m a silent refugee of painful roses
loving you so outta of my reach and how i love
the one so outta of my reach….eating my reasons
i taste how speed kills me a reminder
of how sheep bleep
–outside of refugee soul machine so warm
making faces so different like these playful
words and a poet is a shadow that we never let
through to the stage of strange life! a word,
or many like a chemical between us and we love
the ground and here it comes…the tongue of
mind and our brothers and sisters seem so
invincible! A world within my heart and mind!
to be perfect just like you
:: 091112015 ::
THERE THEN IS THE MAGIC HAND OF NATURE
IF my f o o t
f
a l ls
beside a metaMAGICAL-\
super-luminous h e a r t
say i ate equations
of the deepest soulMIND
of nature IF the simple
call it “nature” let my
even/-KIND heart whisper
,”sir, to do because they
cannot i mean more —
the weeds and gossamer
which emotions while mind
immeasurably roots
the between sounds of lovers
and music and wine and smoke
~~ all these souls!
MINDS and eyes of these
who listen-life say:
“__________________”
:: 09-10-2015 ::
THIS THEY DO
THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
under fog and as much
touching a leaf with
brown veins in Fall’s
wanderfuling aft spits
my child-knees running
sprinting toward those
(whenever did love shape
like green?) trees! i smell
my youth like a bubblegum
smile neverKnowing the horror
yet to greet my adultHOOD
:as then, as so, as rightly so
Adults are DEAD CHILDREN
:: 09-10-2015 ::
THE IMPERIAL GARDEN
I walk the
Imperial Garden
of Abstract THOUGHTS
which is east of
perfumed noise
and yes, i think
i think of you always,
–why this brave
heart has forever been
separated from yours
that since you flew
the feelings for bluesky
and kissing fate: that
stranger we all know
that i have perhaps jealously
when,how?always(the secret
of my shadow sees)knowing
the marching drumming thrumping
heart within me loves you
//-//
FINGER-WORD
NEVER MET a finger-Word
that some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstrously horror shawl!
AND once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
;; / ;;
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