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Beautiful Dream

A beautiful dream last night while i was walking overTHERE.
My name was unknown to me and my feet had a small inkling
of where they had traveled within my past.

It was blissful.

i walked into a white marbled room that contained a bench
made of unfulfilled wishes; the ceiling gently weeping
the softest tears of love toward me. My soul was drenched
in hope.

On the wall in front of me was a most beautiful painting
framed within amethyst and the colors were otherworldly
and breathtaking.

Upon waking i went to my easel and picked up my brush
but soon realized our world does not possess such colors
and even if so there is not a single soul that could
comprehend that angelic spectrum of a higher rainbow.

I wish to sleep.

Again.

:: 06-01-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XC THE ART W(h)OR(e)LD

SOME possess talent
whilst others are
possessed by it.
One is a gift,
the other a potentially
fatal disease
of spirit and soul.

:: ~~ ::


ODE TO CREATIVE SOULS

if i were to kiss a mozart
how would i know genuis
from such lips
if i were to hug a picasso
how would i feel art
from such an embrace
i should look into
such eyes and see a score
and a canvas of beautiful
color chasing daffodils
across the snowy inner land
of my own soul
and if i try to understand
what they wish to say
to me perhaps i should
never know how leaping notes
and flaming flowers of blazing
light met me on wet dewed
morning days when i was ragged
And maybe i understand since
i’m one too with reflecting eyes
weathered faces lined in pain
and so now i understand how
all of you gave the world
all your spirit to grow
so we all suffer for our own
insanity and who ever listens
— perhaps none ever will.
:: 07-30-2015 ::


DO NOT ASK ME OF LOVE OR LIFE

sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)

lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!

screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!

:: 07-12-2015 ::


PERFECT UNIVERSE

GOD dead
and devil sent
to bed
If your heart’s true
then shall you come
to me within
this heart of mine?
A house built by
my hand-Soul
with the many spacious
rooms of my Spirit:
moves me twirling like
the cyclone in my mind
Sweet lover of my life-
time: come unto my
wonder(all of you)
this be the magic
at last || loving peace/./

:: 07-02-2015 ::


A TAXMAN IN THE HALL OF ART

I like the smell of art and the walls of museums
taste like the last kiss that broke my heart
discarded hearts inside
the highness of pain
We walk across the color
of the ancient blood
dripping dried souls
so many canvas’ of…ha ha…
and your flesh mixed the thought-wolf hungry
libido of my own art it’s forever until
I have another chance and it hurts, too much
pressure so, like now depressed compressed
breasts and hips and butterfly cups overfilled
by the sun-horror of life
Art.  Madness.  Words.
Expressive untaxed product
until it’s sold to the world
NEVER!  NEVER!  OH, NEVER!

FOREVER!!!

:: 06-18-2015 ::