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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AND shattered the Little
GlassEyed people’s vision
And blind couldMan see
IF gappingSoul hearts feel!
I shatter(ed) words
likeStar burst novae;
Each word
an egg to give
Mental-Birth!
F E E L
:: 05-11-2015 ::
like the never-knew mind!
By motion that bigLarge
something which life could
never move!
And these Oceans!
all emotion by
the loved-eyes
of heartWaves!
All emotion.
:: 05-11-2015 ::
BURST<!> That life could!
By passion the greenest
trees and FruitSun rise!
My eyes caught upon that
morning thighSkies I saw
this nature within you too
I go my love, my dearest beloved
there by the boldest path between
the largest oak and field
o’flowers–toward this dream
of eternal bliss!
BURST! Paints a life of
lovers!
:: 05-11-2015 ::
BY all those that are living
have traveled from that which
is dying
or dead
And from that knot
to the ultimate unraveling
those that are living
will have traveled this far:
to dying
and even death!
:: 04-29-2015 ::
Did you see? I dropped my phone
three times today
by noon
And it has yet to break but
I am trying but the devilish
device is strong!
unlike me
I dropped by three before sunrise
and four before I hit the door
that greeted me
the world is strong
but me; that broken heart!
And it does seem so adventurous —
the one accustom to guises and masks
so I fade I melt
And the sun laughs a million flames
that lick my burning skin
and I’m free to walk alone
away into oblivion
:: 04-08-2015 ::
AND how many skies
for a single soul?
Just one and none,
if it may be!
The Soul is higher
than any sky when placed
upon soil;
its eyes toward the sun always
and when released
from skin it paints
the sunrises
for all to see!
:: 04-10-2015 ::
AND with no curiosity
nor enjoyment for life
each knock upon my
chamber heart ignored!
THAT door once built
upon intoxicating power;
a wilted stem o’ flower
is how I see my soul!
A ceaseless disregard
for popular accord
I wish to spread
the seeds of prose
and watch the flowers grow!
and before you ever thought
of Spring did you ever see
the bluejay sing?
:: 04-10-2015 ::
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