TODAY I placed
within my purse
an object of
unequaled value
Tucked away
between the liner
and just below
the case of blush
— lays my hidden trust!
It has no diamonds
yet shines
and of scents
it has none either
And hard to see
impossible to be
unless you’re kind
for such is what it’s for
— lays my hidden trust!
::01/02/2014::
WHAT imagination does
the young heart lives
such an old soul dreams
Moving about in dreams
sometimes a night we skip
falling stars glow-burn
What imagination gives
the young heart sows
such the old soul believes
So on this special night
the night gladly warms you
and gives you common space
Brothers and sisters live
in a brotherhood of man
imagination cherishes you
:: 12-31-2013 ::
MY WISH is to apologize
to those that endure
the prose of a feverish mind
My emotions are molten lava
and my psyche mere human flesh
So when my desire is to write
I scream within and transpose
with flash-time swiftness
and never look back
— it is my weakness
Forgive me for transgression
and I always include you all
— within my nightly prayers
I wish to find the dirt
upon my face without
a grave marker
— read and forget me
always
::-12/26/2013::
AH!, light’s formal wear
stars, pulsars, nebulae
comets, gamma-ray – stay away!
just the trimmings might I say
but when the light must entertain
out of the cosmic closet
— it pulls away
the skin of human into a suit
gender — what to pick!
consider the role that you wish:
male skin so brute and rough
— to the touch!
Female-elegance to impress…
Impress I say! All the way!
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COLORS of confetti and streamers of dreams
won’t you let me taste your joyous laughter
I have a machine so shiny and wondrous
let me land it here and enjoy your city
What would your world say if I spoke hello
shatter economies — making it harder for the Pope
The message I want to give goes against the grain
So I have to say just flow with the moment – I’ll go
But I want to stay for a while
and spread my love to the world
but remember I do what you did —
to the last one who landed here
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