Tag Archives: #dying

TEXTURED SUN

skies so blue
scars so dull
life’s wild
love so cold

textured sun
within my mind-
shield:

every time a
big lost
fight to the
end — takes
both my hands

frown
forgiven
smiles
bring the
sun.

:: 08.19.2020 ::


DEPARTURE (EPROBLES)

i met my mind inside a hampering down
across the skies of my expansive face
those elder souls we never see came to me
and you: in dreams. i allow the sun to
beat down upon my face and breath its winds
: the elder race
spoke from atop the
clouds singing everything
to be revealed in time.
I was strong and stressed
for not a word i heard or note
oh oh oh — the skies scream
horns and unusual things.
ooooooh. Yea. I am blind.
Everything seen is within my
eyes you sang/bled /visions
gleam in every air.
try to find you
try to recapture everything
had/ far sounds of cities,
in early evening: within
that place of yellow desert
scream//so much so and so
everything known

:: 07.31.2020 ::


MORTICIAN MAKEUP

she wore
mortician’s
makeup above
the once
breathing
pores || i died
once,twice &
more ||then buried
was she within a
barren field of
nothing more.

:: 07.12.2020 ::


GOD BLESS YOUR HEARTS

i forgive all when she sings
“over” (mother of my children)
so such a shame and it brings my
children to say:
“bless you for the heart you sing dad”
so i say we’re the same when we’re to-
gether (so strange) without Her : so
God bless our hearts
for the song you sing my children,
for the hearts you are removes the darkness
of our falling apart — all
ah – for the heart you bring every time you are:
ooh ooh ooh and God Bless
your Hearts! My (such a shame) without your mother:
but sun lights this song you sing — OUR HEARTS.

:: 07.11.2020 ::


COME BACK DOWN (from this cloud)

\what of love? What of hate?
i say no word as no one knows
shall see & feel the (k)not —
of what i need___
grinning and begging
are hands-machine-like
hearts of no good too
quick i know this !
oh never coming down
from this cloud; is hands
is work since born is good
//so should’a so should have
-things nothing i say
a pregnant size of one good
Yes completely Kind____this
immeasurable anguish like the
scent of summer flowers of always
their flowers of stone so silently
singing.

:: 07.03.2020 ::


MISERABLE WITH NO CLARITY

Me! Miserable and no clarity
in which way to fly
Nothing but infinite wrath
I have then flown to Hell
as I feel I am myself Hell;
and the gaping MOUTH of
infinite despair
Wishes to DEVOUR me
and shows me a Hell more
like a Heaven than where
i now am.

:: 05-10-2019 ::


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


I’M NOT HERE

SKIN is my lie,
and beneath the flesh
called lust
it told me,

“you are ME”

I walked a mile
and met my space
where I dream life
and thought it through

My flesh lied as all
dying things do
I love it for trying
but always, I knew
my eternal being!

I’m not here.

:: 11-04-2014 ::


THE FROSTED PANE

One’s life,
a covered pane
with fingerprints,
that remain —
a last breath
the final frosting

:: 03-02-2014 ::


I DO BELIEVE

IF I cried
the world
I do believe
would sigh
no passion -only
indifference
I believe
and I refrain
— delicate mind
wishes do believe

::02-15-2014::