Tag Archives: #feelings

A Pain Inside a Hole So Far Deeply, No Echo

A pain. Inside a hole so far
deeply, no echo.
A morning sun sinking beneath
yesterday’s promises.
And i’m running toward the
edge of a crazy world.
i’m refusing to believe
we all are so very lost
no one has anymore love.
And save me Moon because
like a bright sight you
guide the shores and waves
of all these people; the
scared, tired, and mentally
drained peoples.

Our Earth.

:: 10-02-2017 ::


WELCOME MY GHOSTS

THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure

That you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.

Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have

Saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down

By the emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.

And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to

Realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:

We watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and

Breathing in cadence I tell you that I am a fortunate peasant

And you the Queen who has welcomed by Ghosts.

:: 07-12-2017 ::


DESIRE, OBTAIN PREPAREDNESS

DESIRE OBTAIN PREPARDNESS


IN THE…

In the morning everything is within its place;
my lips which never curse,
my eyes that feel emotion
 and my heart that cannot lie
In the afternoon by nature I am comforted;
by flowers that dance with me
     by bees that pollinate love-u-kisses
and by Soul which speaks with God
In the evening by Sun-crest’d skies;
     our hearts become the beating of One
     our hands clasping this moment
 and our Love continues to grow eternally
In the end of a day my Spirit is full of Love.
:: 04-04-2017 ::

WITH MY SOLITARY LACRIMOSA NIGHTs

i wrote the word, “ax” and felt the deep cut (my
pain is nonexistent except for my tender heart \
\
and so i wept purple tears across a tender
pomade
full of black bruises
So i walk the sweating
cobble stones toward
oblivion knowing the next
word, “grief” will do
me in __!
My left foot became limp and as my eyes juggled
perception while the air opened a door to which
i flew within –i did!
who is right
who is wrong
who is strong
who is weak
And, importantly ask i:
WHO ARE YOU? I AM ME!
who are you?
Bruises are valiant awards
across the heart hatred something
else all together!

:: 01-11-2017 :


A HUNDRED POEMS – XCIII BIRDS & DREAMS

i do miss
the feathered
creature
the tickle-beak
upon my hand
as i feed her
with all my

d r e a m s
flying dreams!

:: ~~ ::


je suis déchiré

je suis déchiré entre
mots
je suis déchiré entre
pensées
je suis déchiré entre
la peur et la vie !

:: 01/08/2016 ::


THE EXPANSIVE UNKNOWN

MY feet are wasted —
i have relieved myself
upon them.

In powder-blue
all my gross innocence
pulls back the dreams
of my youthful days.

My youthful dreams
that i knew —
close the crypt
upon the somber skies!

The expansive unknown —
always be! That we all
can dream a dream!

:: 01132016 ::


ART FLIES

IS art the free flying bird
without constraints of
morality?
IS life the weight of shoves
setting traps for the dove
of peace and love?
I can only
(no, you do not think)
then we know what
is within our veins
the false fox hole
where there are atheists
we wept searching for the
forest and maybe hills
the home: where souls
rest from drills
I saw/see the beauty of
art in all solidarity
it brings together all
of precious humanity
P E A C E bee with
nature and spirit!

:: 12102015 ::


BELOW MY OWN EYES

i wish as i run thickly hurryingly
through greenery as they have taken
their last applause (the majestic angels)
above the ground soundly within the skies!
My tears (their eyes!) fall down mere feet
below my eyes leaving me upon a wooden stage
of strange life-acts. . . toward shadows
and much dismay — Upon stem, heart and soul
the life’s empty room I shall go!

:: 12072015 ::