may i rest my heart upon your petal?
yes my dear yes you could
and would you kiss my soul
to make it better?
that i can my love yes i would
now i see how i see i said
your heart is the sun
within my skies
and you, my love are my love
as sunrise’s light a brilliant trumpet!
as midday silver striking steel
and sunset’s flushed orange kiss!
so may i rest my head
upon your petal?
yes my love yes you can!
:: 05-27-2018 ::
DOUR skies slipping by
and i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice
and mama said there’d be
these days somewhere
along my path o’life
but i’m gonna drop that
devil and his wicked
truth sandwich’d between
his lying teeth
Oh yeah mama
speaking truth ~
and where’s the sane world
oh yeah oh hell oh my o’my
and the world’s sprayed
crisscrossed across the sky
aerosol demon cinema snuff
telemetry overload death
and i’m gonna go sleep
under that tree
and no need for sympathy
or tears for all this horror
cause i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice to make
it all right all right
Alright;
its a tough bitch to see
all the horror in the
light of day!
:: 05-26-2018 ::
THE heart a country unbound
that few live to believe;
a citizenry of longing hope
to fill fallacious ground
where angels float
the soul weeps
above summer’s season
of hell & perverted
throats //–>
seeking reason
the convenient rest
bleed unto the ground.
:: 04-27-2018 ::
Within the tower of a castle
within the empire
of my existence
are all the lovely souls
are all the missed gifts
all within a lovely vassal
And if it all falls away
falls away in misunderstanding
there is hope there are some
there are some strong enough
to withstand and exist
And what useless,
foolish regrets
And what harmful,
regretful fears
And within the tower
of my castle
within the empire of
all existence
No room for sorrow
No room for tears
No room for fears
But a world of One Nation
And to hear the laudations
to hear the flatteries
of all the angels…
All within the towers
within the towers
of our castle!
:: 04-08-2018 ::
Empty words, emotionally inward —
a wound of divided space,
Of vacant space, yourself
Running away to a very last one.
The tears turn dry.
As love cries.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
AS they fall
gently fall
From high tree
to ground
are dreams
as leaves
A season
to believe
The world!
a carnival
As we upon
a carousel
We dream upon
a merry-go-round!
:: 01-17-2018 ::
A POET’S life is fraught with many obstacles
To experience our full emotions detaches us
from the rest — while inspecting the focus
of our obsessions.
We tend to love coffee, cigarettes, love,
and drama to fuel our Soul and art, art
art! We fumble across our feelings,
twist and tie our hearted-hands.
And the world seems against us all!
The world we love and respect by all
our means!
But, there is one essence of our being:
we are nature’s very creature!
the unspeakable ray of light to open
a tulip’s budding leaf
the silent wave crashing against
the inside plate of white bone
that discovers something new.
This disease is a lovely thing
that eats all my corruptible
physical being. And I adore this Nature!
:: 12-28-2017 ::
young man LOOK behind
those that came before
you
young man a lot like me
a lot like you before
me (before I was 24)
And time and life is
a lot like space time just
us
I’ve lived inside my mind
— just a paradise
like a heart that won’t
die like so many before us
Oh lullaby i say like a
rusty nail that won’t
get tossed
oh love, i need someone
who will love me
the whole day through
so much so i sing
your lullaby
watching everyone
walking through the
looking glass —
but i’m all for you
So young man
love begets love
and fear less
If you want a life.
:: 12-26-2017 ::
THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders
The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming
But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.
And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!
:: 12-23-2017 ::
A young young man
a soul so old
a heart full of gold
a mind full of worry
a spirit like fire
My my oh my!
Stepping tripping over words
formulating ghosts from the
world — like all society!
Today is conception aborted
like unpainted canvases
unwritten novels
half spoken truths
Just going from failure to failure
without losing yourself
like the life journey; taking
the first step of a thousand miles
A conversation (catch the myth,
catch the drift, catch the mystery)
And all is a dream so big and we
all dare to fail!
Today’s soul is so high on tech
what you think
what you speak so loud most
cannot hear!
The young one
with a soul so old!
a heart full of hope
A mind full of worry
a spirit like fire!
My my, oh my!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
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