the carnival-like brass band
performing songbird miracles
of you, worn within my heart
all life; never quitting
until dead
sunrises as torn muscles
amorous and petting a cat
that adores thoughts
through the crack of heaven
i slid toward burning hell
all my thoughts —
and now fate kisses me and
we love each other is called
Life.
:: 08.17.2020
at the edge of Bliss
& we shall play ~ with flowers all in your hair/ parsley and
sage with Time in mine\ in time remember me — i shall
kiss you as the true love of mine
tell the world i found a deep forest green within your Soul
where i chased butterflies and laid in the greens
a true love of mine without clouds but blue skies
(oh sprinkling purples, blues and pinks — within your
thigh i found the nectar of a circle of raising Love)
the fairies of woodland communities sing, dance and laugh for this
kind of love as ours (all under a windy cloudless sky)
between us is water and air and untold famous kisses
sickle tall and growth inside
souls of sunshine — not forgotten
but the true of love mine.
:: 08.07.2020 ::
confession: my life is emotion more than words which i write
that emotion speaks to me more clearly than the tongue
and a written word- better a feeling sometimes, a little
just a kitten needing milk and others, a beast untamed
nothing can stay it’s rage a prisoner am i; a soul cage
emotions — my dwelling hole and at times the mountain peak
but often middle ground — therefore when you speak to me
know i am feeling each word that, emotion speaks to me
more clearly than the tongue and a written word- better
:: 04-04-2014 ::
PLACE your h ips across my s h o u l d ers
PLEASE.
i have s o me thing to say —>
hehehehehe
to your pussy brain :
i said, seriously.
I wan to know you
YOU.
Your dreams
your Fears
what Loves you’ve had
within this Life.
so place your hips across my
shoulders please.
Because, well.
I have something to say to you.
:: 08.15.2020 ::
WITHIN the heat of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes so if i ever say
i ever denied love only because i am weak
and i see you and i know how colors paint
life & how broken hearts weep for more tomorrows
And dear : i lost my mind and my mouth | i see how
seeds grow into frail flowers
/so i see my shadow \ even in sunlight —
so i am dumb and i am weak and so
human. So if within the heat
of night i see my moon shadow
within this night yes / i lost my mind
and forgot the spectrum of colors because
i lost your love. So sun shadows i burn
looking at your light and wish i could be
so much as you my brilliant sun and my mouth
and my teeth and heart and my soul weeps
tearings looking at the moon shadow.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
///////////////////////////Seditious countries and each life; closes minds
since mortal hearts within jars and intestines have no mark upon solemn synod – forgiven decrees;
all humans scream for release from the arms of colossal piteous complaints…
do not tear away yourself dear to whisper a break withIN a deep-divorcing vow? i gave you everything;
everything i own;i have given you everything and you blew it to hell and with blood mingled inside the
crime of lust: for if we were one, and you played false, i ate the poison of your flesh, being infected
by your contagion. And hell, shit, keep fair league and truce inside my soul and mind and spirit —
you blew it all and split the world of my heart apart.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
To be far from sounds, cities, and horny ones,
i wrote colocasian:
which went un-noticed.
its dull honey-color tempted gods
and makes human souls sweat in heaves.
AND my beating heart makes a neon sign
sad;
as though it would make me stop from
wishing Merlot. the deep diver searching
for pearls or ancient shells.
Ghostly whispers wishing seas that
undulate heavenly songs a-flutter
through currant bushes of sea weed.
my heart and eyes:
paint the image upon my brain;
please; see me –>
as a slave to all, to admit no passerby
to adverse towns.
:: 08.12.2020 ::
AS i think of muggy nights upon the crest
of the Mississippi River and her currents/
i was a teenage boy | never knew a woman
as i was a virgin | within the crusted clouds
of mean nights — it was always late when i
fought my date/i am still alive]\
she hypnotized by beauty ; me — wondering
how to fly away –> my oh my. my babysitter
was hungry for her itch: i wanted mom to take me
home. No one saved me that night — so say how
beautiful was that night while i was taken away
like the currents of a mighty River.
raped.
:: 08.10.2020 ::
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