DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
i removed myself today from focused pain
(a thing that’s so real) and heavy days
are over so i believe(d) with pale tender
white feet walking over a road
strewed with shards of reflecting memories
like my empire of thoughts
:all dirt leaving me alone
in a soul of colored pride
beneath the stains of time
and eating — like someone
who goes all like everyone
i’ve ever known, goes away –>
beating sound within my
chambered chest full of
earth’s old timid grace!
you wished to make me whole
And your tears past before
a splashy muddy mouth in
the river of my own life
:whatever i’ve become is
exulting,gentle love
in the end…
:: 07-18-2015 ::
i cut myself today
upon the thought of
when it is darkest(and
i look up in fear
who sees the reaper,
in drag: it comes to
all of us disguised)
like old familiar ways
so thin like the moon
on waxing days
and the world beats
some say in your head
of course we’ve lived
with how we cling to
our minds always
sharpest when comes fear
until i feel the familiar
sting that remembers everything
the purple flower’s largest
final air
is what we become my dearest
friend internal eternal
plunging everywhere untold
times
of enormous lost dreams
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IF i should fall(ingly) stumble
and reach my face against life
let me kiss that spot which
met my lips and refrain from
screaming: the pain, oh! the
pain of stumbling through life!
:: 07-16-2015 ::
A living soul gave me a message
today:
“You are remembered within your grave”
and i should reply:
“the biggest fire is before sunset
when families reside upon
a wooden table to fest in life”
And i should cease to breath a terrible
whistle sound by six pm
and (thank you Emily)
“No Coward Soul Is Mine!”
:: 07-12-2015 ::
sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
IF i am separated from your love
then from your hands and heart and
brains: and the soul i saw flutteR
across a golden field outside my
window on I-10 just today
now, oh seriously!
–that since when you disappeared
“i/we” tripping, stumbling as a fool
i wonder: life, that i do drink
from soul’s fountain-dreams
and those line of old books of poetry
across the room taste like wishing-
liquid tears i sometimes THEN drown
within//and mother/father/GoD
is this ink well fathomlessly?
and i know: fear trembles just
a bit beyond a little distant
an instant compared to time!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
WET sheets (of sweat) ~ i’m feeling
generally believing my own mortality
i feel: primary flaccidity eyelids
closed ooh oh yeah
a loss of tension in muscles and WHEN
i felt so much hung upon the footsteps
of life and no more and don’t
you cry when i’m gone
with the skin i’ve shed
rigor mortis is a last feeling in fingers
and toes so you got time to find
it: to find it! AND where is tomorrow?
Did you run away with the feeling of love?
And whose mask do you wear? And i got
time for just tomorrow for you to find it
And when my muscles loosen –~ times gone
and i’ve gone upward toward beyond tomorrow
and i lov eyou and i had time for tomorrow
but life burns moments and there you are //
:: 07-10-2015 ::
does the egg adore
the embryo?
and a heart,
the emotion of
love and hate
or FEAR?
i might say:
being comfortably
home now(today)
the eggSHELL has
no bearing on embryo
and nor does the
heart with hate
or love or indifference
the universe is a child
learning
:: 07-10-2015 ::
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