Tag Archives: #life

Welcome My Ghost

THAT I have tried and succeeded is only in great measure
that you have been there with all my fears and displeasure.

Holding my cramped heart and swollen hands is how you have
saved both my mind and spirit – the soul; still intact down
by emptying rivers that lead to unexpected consequences.

And to weep while watching the death of a perfect day and to
realize that birth was only half that day ago is sobering:

we watch each other’s eyes while laying on our sides and
breathing in cadence i tell you that i am a fortunate peasant
and you the Queen who has welcomed my Ghost.

:: ~ ::


LIkE A MoUSe IN THe COrNER

Like a three-legged cat
found myself in a garbage can
rummaging through my mind
discarded cans a popsicle stick
hmm maybe a fourth-leg to fit
    i don’t cry any longer
since i heard the life of a
great lyricist died a while ago
so now i live within the walls
of a calloused heart with a moat
of life’s jokes as shark’s teeth
i’m such a slut   for life and now
i’m so high i don’t feel sad anymore
   all these tears calcified within
the womb of a miscarriage:oh god
the afterbirth sings to me: “never
ask anyone to love you”

:: 09-01-2015 ::


She Held the Rose

I should have spoken clearly (i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing (i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.

Scattered by my exquisite thoughts the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance!

She sat upon a bench with a single rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY

kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!

I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


Our Story

Hear our story, then, the story of time past and time future. The story of all centuries since and the stories yet to come. About to fall upon us is the nettles, The nettles, with their soft white stems, there is in each stem a sharp blue spike, Comes upon its prey with a sudden point

And pierces the flesh as the teeth of the nettle Pierce the ribs of a potato. Here lies the rat, struggling, straining, dying, dying, fighting to rise up. A thousand small bites from the nettles have enveloped the flesh of his body, we will strip him, pull him, tear him open, eat him, cut him in half, make him into soup,
burp out his meat and eat.

But this is time past and time future a story of all the centuries since and the stories yet to come.

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The Liar

destroy
EAT
devour
is what it
commanded
the Evil
is at times
a Friend &
friend @ times
Evil devouring
Love : is Judas
–the original
Liar.

:: 01.02.2023 ::


Spiritual Prescription

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

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 ::


An Angry Common Thing

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 ::


Dreams and Waking Thoughts

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 ::


Love as One

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 ::