It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
It was mid-summer 1880 and a gust
caught my tan boater then flew
seeking refuge where lost hats go
i startled too much and blushed
then common sense became rage
i cannot ever be your goliath
for such a weak Soul.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
EDEN IS A GARDEN
whose soil knows
not thorns
As Seasons are shadows
that cast upon lives
and dreams
i am not wishing
i am not weeping
i am not dreaming
but i am still here.
:: 12.30.2022 ::
IS beauty by my needing heart?
when my soul sang, ‘the universe
gave me the love i should adore’
Silently by my yearling love
i saw you and by unslow
more who and here
unto their unknown
leaving perfectly undo
leaving no thing perfectly
dressed i might adore
but her voice sings to me
and i am the angry common
thing of love.
:: 11222015 ::
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
Being born into Sin
for being born human
i lose my sight
so i cannot taste lies
and left my tongue alone
Leaving my legs
so i cannot talk
denying my ears
so i cannot hear
i forgot the pin
for my plastic card
oh no, hell no,
no wine, cigs or
chocolate bars
Before today there was
nothing but a zero
tomorrow is one
lets minus stupid
and regard love as One.
Love as One.
:: 11.08.2022 ::
MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light.
As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into dreams some common sense was telling me I ought to follow; but my heart stood firm and I – in place of fear!
While conviction (that solid shiny compass) melted color-pale and heavy fright that night my plan was nothing
more than this: to find the house of EROS to cure my heart of alder blight! After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus he
was born but for I — as I for him this night, my ambition over fear.
EROS, the God of Love and sexuality could show the path for enduring love of my bride to be … my writ of right!
Nothing more to keep me still so I fled into the frozen hills upon a whirlwind. Yes, me the mere mortal like EROS I sped
beating glittering golden wings upon my hidden fear.
Heavy a burden of knowing what must be, that fate of me. As my beast passed through the mist and soared in height she
bravely carried on across barren wasteland and icy bog as sad and frozen waters gravely sang to me, “CHAOS …” and
my eyes were slightly hidden – Monmouth and fear.
And it seemed to me that humanity might have just begun as we moved by wood and sullen hill surging forth in might.
Oh! Pity us as EROS must feel the greater that his bride was no less than CHAOS!
Soon I came upon a chasm which has no name but keeps a flame the light of Luna burned – to see the truth of life this night.
The dance of light upon the night stirred a feeling within my soul.
Soothing my beast I released the burden of my weight and there she fled into the night like burning crystal – who eased my fear.
And within the gaping chasm of this slightly twisted gash of soil I faced my future fate by gently carefully moving forward into that dim light.
And into the night like oil each footstep soaked inside my soul; the fear within this slice of time grabbing my throat
so fierce and I, like EROS, felt as one with love, less that burning fear.
My mind a fever beating like a raging river I slowly seeped into the porous night
like some hungry ravenous creature who only wishes blood and bite. But soon that moment of decision as I met that ancient door of lore.
And with my hand so cold and grey I took to knock upon the legend no less EROS. In retrospect I must confess: seconds felt as minutes – minutes like hours, all in fear!
The sane and stable heart might wish to judge the fool I am but the need for love is stronger than the shame of fools
or mortal smite. To those who know the pain and silence of an empty life tonight compels the heart to find one’s lover
and to face one’s fear!
But this night my plan was nothing more than this: to find the house of that primordial god EROS no less
after Chaos, Gaia, and Tatarus he was born but for I — as I for him this night my ambition would find the way
feeble fear fled my coattails — chaos, darkness and abyss.
Nothing more to see so I fled into the frozen hills.
Yes me the mere mortal like EROS I sped upon a whirlwind beating glittering golden wings upon the night’s tempest
The burden of know what must be and that fate of me jarred my senses as my beast carried me across the wasteland.
The cold and waters so sadly sang to me DARK CHAOS by the grey woods and sullen hills I surged forth
ignoring fear.
Through my eyes were slight covered by cloth the light of Luna burned as though humanity truly only began to see the truth of life this night.
Pity us as EROS must feel to be when he mated DARK CHAOS
Entwined in wings they brought forth humanity who first saw light of day!
There within the smoke, within the mire of smirk and defiled fire sat Apophis. The one who took away the love that was the love meant for this soul of me.
no one promised paradise
a thing ever imagined
no sentience no matter
just energy ink well
dipped words glistening
is black on white paper
became me due to you
my born imagination
fractured but never
broken | horror living
horror dying horror
if you had seen all things
i’ve seen you’d cry
is a flower dying for water
a world of never raining
societies of not forgiving
became me_______fractured
but never broken.
:: 10.27.2022 ::
QUIETLY UNSEEN
Forgive me, father!
In youth, at country fairs,
I didn’t seek out boring shooting galleries where every shot hits,
Rather, those loud places where donkeys
With weary flanks unfurled long bloody tubes
I still can’t comprehend!
And my mother too,
Whose slip smelled sharply,
Rumpled and yellowed at its hem like fruit,
My mother who would climb noisily into bed
-A daughter of toil-my mother, with her
Ripe womanly thighs, her heavy hips
Creasing the sheets, got me hot in ways you shouldn’t talk about!
A rawer, calmer guilt came
When my little sister, just back from class,
Her clogs worn down on the ice,
Pissed, and I watched a mawkish thread of urine!
Escape from her tight pink nether lips.
o forgive me!
Sometimes I would think about my father:
At night, card games and bawdy talk,
Our neighbor stopping by, me shoved aside, seeing certain things …
-Fathers can be frightening! -The things you imagine!
His lap, sometimes cuddly; his pants
My finger wanted to pry open at the fly … -Dh no!-
To touch my father’s dark, fat, hard head,
Whose hairy hand had rocked me!
I shouldn’t speak __|
:: 10.25.2022 ::
i LET the tears fall down my face beneath the shame of living weak
i told Gabriel take me all inside my heart is a Sun
mostly never seen — and they burn away | oh yea yea
i FORGET the summer banks of French shores
but brothers died there so i relate
all for war
all for whores
all for personalities
who hate
Sliding like dead souls on the malaise yesterday
shivering whirling yet i move o — somewhere
deep inside like an old soul crystalling so i jump
too much i blush i sharpen my rage
you left me so never to be the Goliath of your Word
citizens bragues trampled by traps of cracked minds.
Their dirty hands cleaning the gout of urine on the war-
spread sidewalk where bodies lengthen in the sun’s heat.
Poltergeist activity continued at nuisance level — a coke can
returned time after time to the top of my burea inside my bedroom.
Fork and spoon hiding rather shyly in the sink — children’s characters all
me dying. And Bill and Ben of the Flowerpot
Men, coming back to check upon the child
i am. I jumped inside the car of my best friend
from the 16th century and we rode out screaming
“alive alive!”
:: 10.25.2022 ::
how bleeding hearts
rode a wheel of miracles
choaking the greens of
all amazon nations __
how Love makes the world
go round but only with money
: how love was tender
screaming how i hadn’t had
your back : See how we faught
… you were on to me __Saturn
free for a thousand years —
how i feel loving you then
so best.
:: 10.16.2022 ::
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