Nothing so better
<bitter tasting>
like bitten life!
my mouth
(Kneed me love)
caught my surpris-
ingly boyish delight!
WhenNow captures
my all everything!
She wore dressRead likes
thereGo my heart!
Chasing time and her,
the pasting road
My goodness!
Einstein riomance
drowed by exquisitely
compressed variable!
The none-from-one
to two!
:: 11-04-2014 ::
NOT a goodbye my sweet birds
but that season change
o’er time
and human need
the burrow may borrow
what little warmth
of rabbit
but the sun sees and need
a grand love we give Her
So not a goodbye
little ones
a promise for future-tomorrow
My fields my love i tend to
walk by heart these days
my life like my soul
like the clouds above
a kiss upon the light
that breaks the night
when sun grows so lonely
it tears the two apart
like my heart with you
like day or night
i walk the fields my love
to tend to life
and my feet unbearably
walk upon your heart
the rich soil of your soul
:: 11-02-2014 ::
You choke upon the apron strings of miss cleaver and
wish you could have a piece of blue-laced sky on a plate
tasting the battery acid of your generation you wish to
die
it’s all for the praise of a god you dropped to the floor
all for the reasons you gave up for wishing you had taken
the gold plated door into your oblivion of consumer
products like a societal whore who begs for more
:: 11-02-2014 ::
I saw today incredibly,
today just a few ticks
ago a thing that should
have never been.
Today I saw upon
two legs, a thing of pain
walking down the walk.
top hat, pocket watch.
Three steps by two.
A thing which I know
now, I know incredibly
I do! A thing of pain
upon two legs for you.
:: 10-31-2014 ::
LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!
:: 10-30-2014 ::
THE hammer or the anvil?
Some would say
the hammer
but I know the better
as in life
that lived I
the anvil so solid
and life a frail arc
falling upon it’s dreams
Oh! Life, that severe beating!
:: 01-32-2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
i cannot pull myself
together
u n t i l
i have complete ly
f a
l
l
e
n
a p art
:: 10-28-2014 ::
AND the lonely
are one army!
We shall fight
to the end
for all love!
Against evil,
and soldiers
of hate and fear,
the victor, us!
Our spoils
nothing more
than love
and peace!
This ends war!
:: 10-28-2014 ::
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