Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
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Sing Sister
SEXY. IMMORTAL AGE, FINE SKIN, WOMAN
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
eating all these words while hiding
within a tree is this nature-woman.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
rev: 07192020
TODAY’S GONE
Standing on the corner
of a street called life
i can see the freeway
and all my dreams
they’re rushing high
they’re rushing by
And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men’s twisted minds
so today i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven’s heavy
lead with a knotted rope
And heaven’s lost my heart
— today’s gone heaven’s lost
my heart and mind
today’s gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life
:: 09-15-2018 ::
A Force of Spirit
POETRY is the force of Spirit
and has no hand in human
dwelling; all prose by
human hand expressed by
Soul and Heart is complete.
These are the words of something
transcendental which surpasses
humanity: race, religion, sex,
and politics.
I am endowed by the great poets
and their words; but refrain
from the injected thoughts
of ingrained humanity.
We as a race of humans are
endowed too by their prose
but I care not for any thought
of politics, religion, and the
rest of that messy goo.
If the eye can rest
and the heart can run
allow them two to meet:
every other ‘thing’ is
objectified by the flesh.
:: 10-10-2017 ::
SERVICE NO KINGS
When you lose this love
take it by the neck
and cut those ties
of brilliant feelings
little stars shinning
sparkling and drink every
ember of that feeling
you made happen
It was always you
:: 06-30-2015 ::
CHASING MEMORIES
SUCH is life
(this body knows)
what experience
we share —
t’is nothing more
than memories
When something happens
— time elapses
then reaction
If this be the case
and I do believe so
then we live a life
chasing memories
::01-17-2014::
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