A bent leg
one in the puddle
that grey sky
but not my heart
a red rose
that fragrance – hope
and these words
falling sprites
upon your tender soul —
what voice do you heart,
heaven or mortal man before
that prostate himself unto you
spirit or flesh or both
what take you — love and life?
or a memory upon your trails
that message I await upon lips
:: 03-23-2014 ::
We parted beneath ancient oak
horizontal place in frozen time
the hand I held I begrudgingly gave
ignoring pain and the cry of angels
a Holy fracture within tar pit soul
that feature falling frames of time
Immortal circle we dance ignoring
what futures we hold — perchance
Sweetness and bitter moments
no tongue could clearly explain
nor words convey in human language
such ceremonial moves that life-ocean
:: 03-11-2014 ::
TONIGHT I’m so dry
but so heart-sweaty
And I can feel you
prancing all around me
So I saved my life today
when – of you I stopped
thinking yea, almost drowned
within my lust all for you
But I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
For months I drank your blood
we can’t always do that we want
at least that’s what everyone says
but I won you in a game of chance
and your braid rests upon my heart
And I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
So soliloquy speaks for me
upon my stage I break the rule
no matter what they think
and they think what they want!
I’m still hungry for you
Yea, no matter what I do
I’m still hungry for you
::01/02/2014::
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