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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 ::
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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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My little one, my little one!
Where have you gone?
Beneath the little bed perchance within
a closet full of brooms?
My little one! Hide and seek
is your favorite game but now i see i cannot
ever find the little one!
Life has given you the key to maturity and you now hide
within a fully grown one!
My little-big, my little-big!
so proud to find you all grown — the little one
no longer has to hide beneath the little bed!
:: 05-16-2014 ::
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i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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Like a three-legged cat
found myself in a garbage can
rummaging through my mind
discarded cans a popsicle stick
hmm maybe a forth-leg to fit
i don’t cry any longer
since i heard the life of a
great lyricist died awhile 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 ::
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SHE hid her tears inside
a pink pillow of faith
and smiled
and today she’s strong
yesterday was rough
it doesn’t matter since
it’s gone
she takes off her shoes
and runs
all through life
under a bright sun
and even night
she has no name
she wears a smile
and everyone knows
she’s a lovely soul
and no one could ever
say how she lived life
badly
she has a glimmer of fire
knowing how she needs to be
and this life is a place
to gain where nothing’s lost
but at such a cost!
the girl who knew life
so lovely when she left
all the butterflies and
flowers wept
:: 08-30-2015 ::
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no youth or age hides
from an Eternal Rule
the touch of vulnerability
we cry, “a miracle
so difficult! and blew my
eyes saying, Death is
a Miracle feeling no pain”
toward my pain feeling
long history //instanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hands of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic
miracles–Father; we children
cry when we see the end of
loved ones
believing YOU: Funeral
of Victory!
:: 08-29-2015 ::
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so “SO” is the pregnant pause:
streets of empty tombs
sweet love between buildings
a dried heart as like a flower
pressed within a book’s pages
fan them into animated life
— to say life’s so cheap
i never believed a heart
was less than a gold bar
of one’s soul
Sweet straight spine of life!
the bold One nested with a soul
i am the luckiest one to
know who you are; My dear
so beautiful are those tears
like rose petals cascading down
your cheeks…into a nothingness
save the one who knows: i’m the
luckiest guy fanning all the pages
of living life and making errors
animated by the need for love
oh, the need for life!
and so i’m the loneliness guy
in all the world like photos within
my smart device: believe me,
for(out of all things)is life
is a dream of many noon’s fool:
so i’m the luckiest guy in the world
Not me. love me.
:: 08-05-2015 ::
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THERE once was a home where love was drunk
say do you know south? it’s near hell on earth
and i like tinker toys a classic toy that brings
grandparents, parents and kids together
–when i was a kid culture was in a dish
of phlegm and raw pain
spools, rods, flags,
washers, and end caps!
and if undetected mental health issues keep people
from bouncing upon rubber-walls
build a windmill! using the hands in life of the body god
gave me! and i refuse to eat after psycho-surgery
tak! tak! talk with me i’m so lucid i cut flowers
with the edge of the burning sun
burning — tinker toys!
aah! away! got a Living
Will and do not resuscitate: everywhere i smell semen
and crushing ovum eggs upon the sidewalk of life!
Ovum-oh-hum-ho-mum
yellow chicks are cute
as flesh-babies just born
Baby breath burn me!
:: 08-05-2015 ::
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if (and many have said this)
i should sleep with Death
i think i may sleep peacefully
if Death were a lover held
tightly as life when her hand
held me in love//i think love
is death too, it keeps me
close and never confuses
the laughter i had once
;it was that shadow behind
my throat. Death is
a sure date and unlike life
\i remember the raining days\
to eat each drop of wet smiles
–but death is not human
nor memories: it is space
and silent crickets.
my mind explodes in deep silence!
Thorax i mean/it’s insects
(i have something more to say
–burning light burning night
eats my words)
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