CONFUSION is MISDIRECTION
that life says:
“Pointing nowhere!”
The many mysterious \
we enjoy (some of us)
WAYS
always always secretly smiling
in our deepest pain and tears
I heard a cloud above my head
snap! It laughed out loudly!
I stumbled upon her tear;
the thunderbolt of steel
deeply embedded within my
heart-caked soul
d
e a
r
kiss me so passionately that when
humming birds come they lick the
s w e e t soul ounces of my
liquid spirit!
:: 06-302-2015 ::
When we say, “save yourself”
we kiss knowing too well
like when the skies are dark
there’s a sun above
What makes us happy is
when we see rain
and dark clouds
There’s a heart inside
the locked soul of life
And we are so happy
so like when the world fades away
as our fingers fill the
space between the need
of love and I really love
how you rock and roll me
and punk my soul oh dear
Your hair is the color of
night and your eyes the sun
And between the thoughts
a sweet peach upon a branch
that I want to taste if it
makes you happy
:: 06-27-2015 ::
AND tell me honestly if there’s
no shoreline at the edge of
a hungry heart!
Knee deep just this day
I wandered your coastal line;
the fish nipping, the gulls
singing, the sun singing.
And the sand was HOT! each
stepping thought feeling me
beautiful oh most beautiful!
worlds of that pure desire
what were thoughts into summer!
I sit besides this glory ~
she; the sweetly creative
unknown!
:: 06-27-2015 ::
THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
have you seen
the giant-small?
it lives in glass
and sleeps in dirt
one to show
the other to hurt
have you seen
the giant-small?
it lives in love
and sleeps in gold
one to hug
the other to hurt
::-::
Skittles rolling across the road
all the colors of a rainbow
blue beetles climbing
all the muttering way into
a chasm of my asphalt heart
A hawk upon a slender pole
evolutionary eyes tearing
souls apart — SQUAWK!
A white line fever keeps me
away on a long road into the
forevermore and I cry…
I cry…within a nest where
she threw my eyes|| it’s
easy to see without eyes
it’s easy to breath without life
so easy to be simply broken
all apart
:: 06-19-2015 ::
A silver snail gone to hell
light bulb sun!
If you say that you love me
then we’re done!
Took the manna from the sky
and made a doll
It’s just like you so pretty
And all the righteous ones
sing and weep
and the doll dances
such a super natural feast!
:: 06-19-2015 ::
THE moon pies in your mouth make sweeter
kisses as you lose weight
and you said, “Art, let’s go to the
museum, I wanna hang you on the wall
cause I need to criticize you then leave
you for the other critics of life”
And like the gills and fins of
dying creatures called poets;
fishing for all the right words
so relaxing to bait another hook
with syntax by the ocean eating me
I wear the language necklace of hearts
within a never-existed lesson in love
:: 06-17-2015 ::
AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
oh Royal Blue above
all of us, loved
oh golden soil below
that souls kiss
and all of all of you
so preciously a gift
that souls should know!
I sing with silent voice
and feel with shout!
And dance the birth
of life in every moment
this life should give
to me; today tomorrow
yesterday and after
;thoughts of you
my Royal Blue above
my golden soil below
the world is a meal!
the soul a hungry mouth!
the heart a dish to hold
this thing we call life!
::; 06-13-2015 ::
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