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FOUR blankets upon my skin
my feet horizontal off the ground
and still my balls ache like fire
like fire i’ve been away
from love too long /don’t make it a big deal\
Spectrophilia saves me at the end of the day
No sleep no dreams i’m attracted to ghosts
and the many images within all mirrors
and the love of a dead poet named Emily
Dickinson; come to me dear, don’t forget
me — i’m too sensitive And your body
is verse to the space inside the dying
heart of my bruised chest.
And only you could ever could ever
understand — its all within your prose;
to touch these things i gently hold.
:: 03-21-2019 ::
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MY heart in hot summers have I
rejoiced while heat has spiked
my chest — as watching the sun
sink below purplest colors
of pink and darkening clashing
tears of mightiest strength
and the joy of love and
children’s laughter do always
save my soul and heart
gives me defying peace
and erodes scorn — my
lone might against darkness
opposing!
:: 03-10-2019 ::
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EYES as large as acres that see,
some hidden things.
ORBICULAR VISUS
are secrets deeply hidden under
divided worlds.
Our smallest of small;
a globe of fragile glass,
Within the smallest of
our hands,
But by it’s Soul and by it’s
Spirit of a heart of Crystal
pass,
Tininess voices through twilight
land be heard,
the most sincerest liar —
the mind suited for war
is our sight
by this night
of all nights
heard.
:: 01-28-2019 ::
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As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is locked away
with safely kept dreams.
The Light hits the window’s pane shattering forever
into pieces illuminated thoughts; my trembling fingers
touching the floor’s veins — long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
Did you know that when the proud Moon rises from the
descending heights of waning daylight my roses are still
within their magnificent bloom?
And my hands are without purchase for the South spins
and North is beyond my reach.
But my roses are in bloom and my dreams safely kept.
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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these feelings bleeding
penetration of Spirit
these emotions swimming
indecision is winning
help me —
i’ve got no mission
help me —
i’m full of rivets
i’m all broke within
my insides
these thoughts crawling
further away from god
you cannot help my situation
you cannot lift the skies
you cannot breach the walls
of where my Soul has
gone to die
help me —
i’m waking up drowning
help me —
i’m too complicated
And these feelings bleeding
a penetration of my Spirit
:: 09-28-2018 ::
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IF feelings are a thing
as sensations of stirring
and numbness a groom
without its bride
what of feelings
that include numbness,
for each of us to decide?
To favor feelings to live
as a gift bestowed surely
defeats if not ignores
the greedy plight of
numbness —
the disregard
of life!
:: 08-26-2018 ::
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i see your tears
hidden by years
of hiding yourself.
So sad, so lonely
So hard to have courage
within this world.
But i see your feelings
See me, see us, beautiful
like a rainbow.
Show me your smile
to see you laughing
makes them crazy.
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
So never be discouraged
So hard to be yourself
within this world.
And I see your love
And I see your strength
And that is why I love you!
So never be afraid
Never to be afraid
being afraid is dying.
:: 12-10-2017 ::
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AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.
WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.
And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.
Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!
:: 1o2-03-2017 ::
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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 ::
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