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My Lover

Something in the effervescent veins floats my body
A surreal landscape of screaming death defying understanding
Fields of gold bursting forth into fullest flowers
A consciousness that barely touches the art of essences

Something in the radiance of your smile illuminates my being
Shimmering lips and curves like a vision bright as the moon
To hear the song of your quiet tongue, taste the tone of your beating heart
Is to be wreathed by the blossoms of your tender breasts

Something in the way we meet, away from life’s busy sounds
Our minds merge into one, fathoming mysteries together
No words, no song, no thoughts can capture our connection
Veiled eyes and unwritten poetry sent, in a passion of growing fields held by hands and fingers bent inward

Something, our love, is a high candelabrum shining bright
Guiding us on this journey, where surrealism and abstract tones unite
Something in the way we move, something in the way we feel
Something in the way we explore this realm beyond comprehension


The Poet’s Madness

In the depths of night, alone he writes
His pen, a sword, his mind, in flight
But in his thoughts, a shadow creeps
A madness that never sleeps

The words he writes, they twist and turn
His mind, a fire that cannot burn
In every line, a touch of pain
A sorrow that cannot be tamed

His words once flowed, like a gentle stream
Now they scream, like a haunting dream
His mind, a maze, a twisted path
A journey that will never last

The poet’s madness, it takes control
A darkness that swallows his soul
His words, a poison, a deadly brew
A madness that only he knew

His mind, a prison, he cannot escape
A darkness that cannot be shaped
He writes and writes, until the end
A madness that he cannot fend

The world may see, a poet’s art
But in his mind, a raging heart
A madness that never fades away
A price he must forever pay

So let his words, be a warning tale
A poet’s mind, a fragile veil
For in the depths of his despair
His madness, a permanent snare.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


IF Love is a Rose

IF as love-rose by love  eating pure air here
that without our soul  that our mind checked in
snow and frost bent everywhere your beauty
entombed by sanctuary is the truest love
unless unblessed by a mother — are you this one
not if i remember the imagine of thee by my beautiful legacy
though errant eyes confound the human mind.  

    Captive. I have captured
my false society ~~ instead seeking
roses of tranquility and searching
for a woman who has died many souls.

  How not as bastards she chose
to dress her beauty new and this poet
who speaks to me.

Then love is a Rose.

:: 02.18.2023 ::


My Brain Cannot Be Me

the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


My Love

MY Love. Whom I Love.

Do you hear me?
My love?

My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?

My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not

My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief

eternally.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Lonely Heaven

Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers

I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.

My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Drunk Drum

i might Save you   if you allow
as i am the Poet  and shall not leave
but will write____in all intensity
i may sprout wings to swoop your Soul
but forget the body | why in these wild nights
do i love you?

  In Eden and Atlantis
the Wind does not require
air ~ but she weeps still stolen gardens with bright
bee hums ~~ wherefore i shut the sound while

it dragged like a drunk drum and my reasons
never contained –but of Talk–
myself of some strange race
or being i dropped down and down
then as a King witnessed, upon your lips
, quivering as a living thing our lips
met.

   The world turned upon a time
her eyes fluttering as butterflies
to entertain champagne.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Lover of All

While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
 My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please.  Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
 
    Is where
Poetry
     and Music  
are birth from!
   
    Move your womb!
away.

 come to me pure Soul.

    the lover of ALL

:: 02.13.2023 ::


My Skin Began Trembling

my Skin BeGAN trembling
hearing bifurcated songs
from angels ~~ my skin
makes me cry Within a
beautiful world but here
i am (not a winner)
i ask: do i belong here?
I love control.
with a perfect laugh.
To notice that I am not
around just so special
you cannot see me?
Notice. I am not around
but everywhere special.

:: 02.12.2023 ::


Inside Us is Messiah

i became everything
when i became myself
“it is an ancient
knowing.” i said
to just One of yours
who our Mother sent
then this world
crucified.

We saw more. and cried.
giving a bit more time.

now running out.

:: 02.10.2023 ::