AS a heartbeat
I heard a voice
and the voice had a sound ; like
a song of something: words?
And the words were entwined
in a sticky glue some may say
are feelings and the fire-tips
of those dancing flames had
a weight called emotion
and the emotion was like
gravity next to a black hole
and the black hole was inside
a cave of bone called Mind!
:: 06-17-2015 ::
oh Royal Blue above
all of us, loved
oh golden soil below
that souls kiss
and all of all of you
so preciously a gift
that souls should know!
I sing with silent voice
and feel with shout!
And dance the birth
of life in every moment
this life should give
to me; today tomorrow
yesterday and after
;thoughts of you
my Royal Blue above
my golden soil below
the world is a meal!
the soul a hungry mouth!
the heart a dish to hold
this thing we call life!
::; 06-13-2015 ::
BE still bea-
ting aching
d
y
i
ngLY
wishing dream(ing)
h e A R T
when nowhere lines
the treeline of
life and com-
passion! Be well
beating fists
upon my mind!
over Ocean’s voice
through seagull’s throat
that mortal path
beneath restless
d r e a m s
TO WISH is butterfly
wings! To awaken:
rebirth of Life!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought; like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more
:: – ::
Lithely wandered my Soul
a flight untethered by
flesh and fear
wandered I! Not lonely
but within a cloud
whose grand shadow
covered Mountains!
When Bespectacled —
my eyes! By hosts
, those golden fields;
daffodils between my
locked beating heart!
All thoughts be
fluttering-twisting
in the breeze!
:: 06-09-2015 ::
Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another
life!
:: 06-05-2015 ::
WHAT fear that burns!
that all the eye can see —
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
lost within its night…
on a beautiful day
of mourning light!
:: – ::
I wash away all of me
wash away my troubles too
I wash away the dirt of life
oh yeah yeah I heard I was
a human one day
laughed but only
inside // so let illusions
stand but no taller
than all of me
I hear everyone is hateful and all
are kind so sorrowful are humans
the greatest artwork by God
Everyone kind Everyone like me
Everyone like no thing —
we are just the One who smiles
yea yea yea let your heart shine!
Bleeding, she knew
little red rivers
and eddies of pain
born curse of life!
And she wore white
unknowing at 13
sorry you didn’t see
raging rivers today
Her heart said:
“I’m ready!”
except blood,
blood you know!
And the world crashed
but she stood up,
said, “I cant’ remember
anything” So steady!
“I Think I deserve to be”
what is the question?
Oh so alive! Alive!
I’m so…soooo alive!
Still alive!
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A DEAD SEED IN THE SOIL
THE first heart to be loved by its most bitterest
friends has died broken and destitute; a worn
flag flown across all this ruinous Nation
of an Anti-amorous planet and dirty children
throw their mud-crusted hands into the air
and weep for their heroes and whores and addicts
say, ‘Tis the last day of Earth’ \\ Let the shadows
swallow the deepest throats of Hollywood
Let the tendrils of Unforgiven
snake through Wall Street
and Squeeze the puss from
the Wallets of Hungry Warlords
but save the Unicorns and
the Tender Butterfly-Lips
of all the World’s children!
06-13-2015 ::
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