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A poet –> continents
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OCEANS OF FAITH BLEED INTO SPACE
it hurts me that many wish to
make money
as i wish to make almost anything
ELSE! too be creative
it seems everyone thinks a helter-
freezer sun! Swelter! NEVER!
forever weazened irrefutable
i’m so unastonished
in my, in my
buttoned sea-laced
heart, just saying (huh, do you
think it’s a dream we’re dreaming)
maintaining,and(before my eyes
floating)inward,admonishing,dead;
the every-consumerism of this shell
i escape from by death:drowned only
and,YOU! personally responsible
for the entire layer of reality
to decay (makes a strength
bulge hearts by creative colors
of words and flower hearts
(politics are decayed houses
with people like flies who
buzz upon dead meat)-ly(steeples
of holy shit eager hands for
fame and money) gee i’m
stripped of my faith and hurts
me only to have smelled Love
–trip upon life’s cobble stones
:: 12262015 ::
THE FUNERAL PROCESSION
WHEN she died the world carried on
some knew and bled others fled
some stood instead but the ladies
hearing she’d passed cried
wishing they’d be the one to
greet her on the other side
these beautiful souls wore red
and some pink thinking bees
Emily wrote to the world
who never wrote her back
and finally one day by the door
a carriage stopped just for her
and they rode down a gravel road
and some in orange dresses
and some always in red
When finally the world heard
her voice she was already
buried and poetry is much the
richer by her.
:: 12242015 ::
A BLUE OCEAN WITHIN A JAR
i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
crawling ashore
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.
:: 12172015 ::
I THOUGHT, “A SPARROW?”
IT was with a bang
that first I heard
a thought: sparrow had hit the house!
my sorrow for sparrow so immense!
The second bang shook my soul
surely a quake that rocked the world
my fear for the town so profound!
The third and last pierced my heart
and brought me back to my senses!
As the firing squad
completed their task
therein i died
remembering life as a dream!
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R E Q U I E S C A T (english ver.)
the tip of my temple eye
gazes(stealthily)
the floor of flowers
beyond the reach of
f l e s h
and only by spirit
does true love live(?)
A seed within my parched
m o u th
grew! into a single word
which i by heart and chords
sang etcetera love etcetera
” R E Q U I E S C A T !”
the resurrection of reckless
h a z a r d s
which befell my soul & /////:
H E A R T.
AND once upon a
(that is
over: and now for the grand
secret of where a true lover
goes when they shed their
mortal coil!
i(me)shall now know!
:: 12092015 ::
BELOW MY OWN EYES
i wish as i run thickly hurryingly
through greenery as they have taken
their last applause (the majestic angels)
above the ground soundly within the skies!
My tears (their eyes!) fall down mere feet
below my eyes leaving me upon a wooden stage
of strange life-acts. . . toward shadows
and much dismay — Upon stem, heart and soul
the life’s empty room I shall go!
:: 12072015 ::
THE WARMEST BLOOD OF ALL
I’m sitting pondering
bits and pieces
of my own beating heart by the shore
i texted the coast guard watching
the porpoise flipping across waves
in cerulean memories of when i
said ‘i meant to honor you even
if i loose everything in the
ocean of my life’
I watched how the shores took a bit
of you so i send my love to you
you are the sunlight of my life
every night giving all my love to you
and seashells singing of you
the warmest blood of all is so fanthoms deep
so i honor you with the seas of my heart
:: 10282015 ::
SO COMFORTED CALLING ME INSANE
its going to be the beautiful day
from now on
i’m so comforted by you calling me
insane
i’m so comforted in all the lights
and voices
in my head
a false witness
get out, all of you liars
burning inside me like fire
i’m so comforted in all of me
so color me insane
yeah insane yeah oh well
so used to guises and marks
and soothing moonlight so sue me
Is your libido in an elaborate
carriage clutching a white lie?
your girlish bosom, my! burning
ashes into life and i’m comforted
calling me so insane so comforted
in the holy ghost who watches
sailboats on the water and flotsam
through my heart and jetsam through
the only thing called my Soul
so beautiful is today
:: 10182015 ::
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