asking what’s love?
wait a moment…
how love is now
I love you and then…
the truth of breath and body too-hurry-and-wait
face-tilt to feel the softest of loving flesh / ocean life
on my lungs as I grieve its absence
stay now while your heart hums over and over
the dream of sun-filled bloom never fully bloomed
but come each day to touch this eye/
each time it shall move to wishful sleep”
What dreams sweet life soul
that Earth soil so wet-dew that-touching
tears/feelings my council doubt this dream
but release thee budding light this day
such philosophy stab thy heart love now
skip treacle and grail passion fuel thou vessel
tickle-being spur now and truth in heart bleed red
Now and breath push you rhythmical lover ~~
you gave me the reason in this moment of Springtime
Lips asking what’s love? Wait a moment…
I love you.
: 05.31.2022 ::
And now, my dear husband, let me utter one word of warning.
Don’t let this ring for too long after I am gone, or the wild geese will think that you have left me, and come to look for me.
Let them think that, so long as they hear my voice, i am not over the mountains.
It is an old superstition, but let me have my way.
So long as I am calling you are not out of my thoughts.
I am still here.
I am waiting to be with you and to enjoy all that is yours.
All I ask is a little time, a brief hour or two, before I go.
Time is all that I need. Let me have that and all shall be as it was before.
For it is only you and i, who are dead.
what should i ever do? i love myself better than you.
:: 01.25.2021 ::
THE forest is only a shade; once the shadows shed and were-beasts lost are sad; then the leaves are torn off their trees to see the true worth.
No matter where the deer may roam, she looks for a tree and i hold her so sweetly.
I am the tree she depends on. The tree in her heart. I am always there. You are my Queen, i am your river!
The pale blue chalky water stared at the bottom with her shiny black shoes the color of her cheeks. Her shiny white bag that was not much bigger than her body with all her clothes folded neatly inside. Her pretty flowing dress and sweet smile and the pink, frothy lips.
“Dalal, Dalal, do you ever run out of things to do? Like books to read or stories to read to your children?”
She looked at her friend Elie and realized that this man who has been her only friend in three years had always been a good listener. They had arrived at the secluded spot to start their day with a little chatter and conversation.
“You can tell me your stories anytime, Dalal,” Elie said, reading the expression on her face.
She thought he looked pleased, the way he grinned from one corner of his mouth. “I don’t have much to do these days.
I always wanted to learn how to write. So I’ll start today.”
He had already unfolded his long legs from under the wide tree roots, and was looking up to the brilliant blue sky.
“We just arrived in The Forever Land, and the first thing I did was look for the post office, to send my wife and children pictures of the sea. She used to spend hours studying the pictures she had gotten off the internet. And here I am without a good job or money, with no travel opportunities.”
She asked him to tell her about the culture here. “The Forever People are a very friendly and trusting people. And they have this song they sing, very sad. It means, never love anyone but your family. And you never think you’ll find the one you’re meant to love until you get so old that you forget to fall in love. And then the special day comes, and you love again and fall asleep with a smile on your face.”
:: 03.29.2022 ::
AGAINST the cymbals of echoing blasts
became the embryo born-splat.
The squeals were louder than priests
calling for money upon silver plates
clanging with the clank and claps ensued
STD is the mother of lost souls craving
WHEN i was sleeping but dead-living bangs
ding swish and swooshing rafters of whiffing whizz.
how the heart can ache after it is dead.
Buzz and barking angry flies. went the mumbling brook;
warble song above a tree branch near the echo moan of yesterday.
where i lay.
Now. All alone.
:: 10.07.2021 ::
OH Angel! Oh my angel
who covers me!
my love my light my spirit;
for past pleasures i do not
grieve, not so: any perils
that gather near —
i’ve a broken heart that
gathers no great grief that i
leave behind — no thing
that claims a tear!
to breath upon Earth is to
merit heaven as if making
hell upon Earth.
Where Souls scorn! A pointing
finger through many a coming
:: 08.12.2020 ::
“i’m listening,” i said.
The words said:
“TELL me how a star can fall
Show me how to avoid it all
Touch my fish bowl but never
Never push me over — WATER!
The nostalgic drink for life
LOVE! — an elixir that
causes changes i’m trying to
hold it all TOGETHER!
i’m puppetized by you
Inside a deep State of You
I’m pauperized within me
Holding on holding on to
you-owe-you just you –”
U N G L U E D___!
:: 03.22.2020 ::
FATIGUED and humbled
are the moments
dreams of bottomless
desire // call me never
—desired by no one
My name : emptiness
. Nickname: ruinous.
The earthworm needs me.
Evil curses my tolerance.
The world absolutely
B R O K E N. \\
:: 10-05-2018 ::
i birthed one of my famous dreams
last night and invited the
whole town. every inconsiderate
thought came and the flat shadows
of my dearest fears.
the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
Despair. a piece of dove of peace
smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o’clock each mourning.
before heaven awakens.
before sizzling strains
of gravity prove awakened
minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle. again at sunrise
to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight. a wish upon that remaining
survivor — allow this to be me!
:: 09-10-2018 ::
THE curtains open to broken applause
an audience of great mystery
i cannot see their faces
nor their eyes
my Usher flees me!
And Time, the soliloquy
for Thespian lies
with each act an act of Life
and props on spot
for dramatic plots
Agh! my lines evade me!
Evade me for all i am
worthless within my House
of tears of joy of laughter
of sorrow of broken lines
upon my heart
upon my face
within the glass
upon the shattered floor
AND within the miles of aisles
of faceless witness
my lines flee me!
Within and without such cosmic shatter
an audience so abstract is my life
an Act (of) One.
:: 08-19-2018 ::