Tag Archives: #imagery

did_BURSTING THINGS

I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
my Love burned away the fever

faithlessly-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForm!

Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steamPunk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!

Beating souls in my flowerPot of Things
and only pepperLike

—— dust remains…!

:: 08-05-2014 ::


ARE HOW FIELDS DIE

BUTTERfly caught me
within her net

We chanced to speak
outside of time

Being living we dined
and Walked as Human
screamed, laughed
cried and moaned
BUTTERfly caught me
all bright! see?
dancing amongst hungry
-dying daises and firefly
We chanced to pray
outside of space
being dead we wept
are how fields die.

:: 02.01.2022 ::


GELATO DESERT SANDS

AND if you go — love goes away? No, it’s understood.
My love stays as freedom is a breakfast food
as if love can live with right or wrong (undestood)
or rolly-pollies are from frightful mountains made—
long enough just for you and me.

As though pain can pay the rent
regardless of genius please the talentgang comes
to collect the fallen minds and hearts upon
the sidewalks of understanding. Everywhere.

So as it is; my whole life: as my coalwood eyes
burn wint-air oh waiting (my love) for spring ?(y)(w)ou(w)
un-air-stan?me
crazy
me like

evry-ting
we can do it for just Me and You. So bring it (with love)
for a landing — without misunderstanding — as there is no
end what we can do together without end.

see shebert lips of babies and their beating exploding Love-hearts
: with a little luck we can help it out.

:: 10.24.2021 ::


THE SPINE OF A STEEPLE

it is with deepest regretfully
broken wishes i say to you
the chambers of my heart are
unkempt and the parrot has left
her cage :
SQUAWK!
SWAK
WAH
ah,
and these long sheets of
setting fires from a
light bulb sun seem to
burn the steeple at town’s
edge: her spine partially
collapsed against the dreams
of a praying humanity
and now the flat roof of
my parched palate leaks
mumbling someThing whatThing
i can only feel
the comfort of a manipulative
meow | and why do dogs whimper
instead of crying tears?

:: 07-05-2015 ::


YOU CAN TAKE ME WITH YOU

When the sky cries who do you think of
and the wind moans —
like the hearts of the lonely

I was flying on a carpet
but the floor moved with me
and the birds in the window
sang —

you can take me with you
— take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Hey child of unborn love
whose shadow bleeds crystal light
and walks in the sun during night

This road has to end up somewhere
around the bend — beyond the curve
where the birds build their nests

And the birds in the window sing
— you can take me with you
just don’t clip my wings

Feathers are made to soar and I —
live above the clouds in the wind
Come with me — live and love my dove
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