timeless near-dark
unseen borders,
like forgotten tears
the closer edge
my forgotten dreams
and cutting wings
— crying butterflies,
upon the sinking hills
of golden bliss — away!
i grow richer by a day
full of sweet death’s way
and your lips tell me,
(formless words of my soul)
‘arise my soul, arise
and sing and tell me
the final tears that
fall upon crystal bells’
still, my storm, verse
sings to my soul,
‘it’s taking over,
it’s taking over me’
:: 10-13-2014 ::
i step upon my
sun-pool dreams
a winter moon
this morning
cathedral spine
my kissing spring
talking symbols
and the riddle
of anguish at peace
with resurrection
if longer — smiles
the nights grow
devouring man
And zero zebra,
undulating umbrella
dancing in front
of my little church
i touch with spire
Today is a winter moon
in summer or spring
and fall between me
three cats, a broken heart
:: 10-13-2014 ::
my bubble(kiss)
static-skin
full (a)round
my pink airJail
the beautiful
lofty curve
released
and float
away
:: 10-13-2014 ::
the genuine shadow-spark
visit
fair-hearted pixie
damsel dancing
(the dance upon my bed always)
glowing
a drunken-lust
confession suing me
— // —
| LIFE is static save the canvas it rolls and tosses across the spectrum of all our souls // – // |
the greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
E. M. L. E. O.
N. O. W. G. U.
D. T. A. A. L.
E. I. Y. I. /.
R. O. S. N.
. N. S.
. S.
:: 09-30-2014 ::
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in. me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
The magic-life like hugging spoon
against another)spoon-like life
a being-here like humanStory
that all thumbly-reading while,
(nothing-here/ but idel-meating(
only imagine,a fall of watering
misty-dreamy godSpray hair-in
a splash across solid maybe
rocks and mistySpirit float-in
ways so slippery mystery-daze!
i(can we?) supposing this
a solid-misty dreaming day?
:: 10-01-2014 ::
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