a sense of doubt!
those bent smiles
of privileged nothing!
imitating life
when i buried them,
their faces frowned
but the beautiful song
of not knowing life!
I am too strong
for regretting
the battle won!
:: 02-17-2015 ::
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ONE HAND OF DIRT
I AM SO THANKFULLY NOTHING
i am so thankfully
nothing; once
thinking more
than life was i!
but to walk steps
made of life;
a birth and ex-
pectations schooled
the temperament
of my elements
and now so freed!
and thankfully
i think no more
but live this life!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
AND POETS KNOW
little be my Soul
what thoughts
do bring joy
a misfit my heart
that tripping
-forgiving debt
of my strange life!
To swear i saw
the cosmos
within your eyes
this i keep
to myself!
the little-Be Soul
of my tragic heart
and Poets Know;
Life is but an Art!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
TO VISIT LOVE
I have just visited love.
somewhere in vast time
above, below, and then
a white-light shed life!
a something through tinted
eyes as deep as six floors
and then I stepped into life.
And that flutter-seasoned
simple-lips she cried.
I begged to cross the street
all of me cried. The grass
of paradise too high!
And dreams grow forward
and so up into the skies
then leap from one another!
So the dead may lay dying
floating high, still higher!
A face of mortal yearning.
In the pale-drained yielding sun
we create hues of stained glass.
I stepped down upon the world
and met my mortal life.
:: 02-05-2015 ::
SLEEP AND RAIN WHEN SUN RISES
When i swore today
on a still summer
edge come flowers
to play
So long ago
i haven’t been
home for so long
and in a shape of man
the snow was gone
it’s the sleep of the dead
and a letter of some summer
like a dusty road
his body wore nights gone
all within snow. And fairies drew near
I saw them dancing in the leaves
and eerily played in rings
My soul grew not to fear them
And i was taken to a place
the Hall of All Knowledge
to play with to-morrow;
and death holds my heart no longer
and when i swore today on a still
summer edge come flowers
to play — so long ago
i dream to be to-morrow
only the heart knows!
:: 02-05-2015 ::
OH FAIR TIS LIFE!
Oh fair tis life!
like the meant dream
which bows to hearts
my maiden comes
like a music which
cobbled stones sing
(the horse knows)
and like my own
expectation comes
but she with a carriage
and mine just love
upon the air!
:: 02-06-2015 ::
THUNDER MASKED MY SCREAMS
i cried and
the rain covered
my tears
and the thunder masked
my screams
and i hated being
so human
:: 01-24-2015 ::
LIFE IS LIKE A NEW DAY
Dew, my love
so sweetly awaits
the first burst of light
and too, my heart
it comes today;
a morning greeting
i should be there
with the bee
spreading harmony
:: 01-24-2015 ::
THE INFINITE NOODLE
i knew by culture, Death.
No man, if men are gods,
i met life in meager words.
And too, i met Love in ‘it’
the notes of dead Men.
I, too, met precious Life
in scribbled notes of Man,
the two women of my Heart
they keep the grounds neat
in famous garb. I should meet
them too, one day in the shade
we have much to say:
did you mean ‘Love’ or ‘hate’
was it ‘death’ or ‘date’
:: 01-24-2015 ::
THAT MY HEART IS A SONG
that my heart is a song
between the beak of a bird
where secrets of life are,
whomever disparages souls
are like humans who never learn!
like the feet who never knew
wings, so fearless and thirsty
soaring, and on Mondays I may
be wrong for many souls are
searching for their lives.
and my hands are my feet,
usefully loving one’s self
so more than truly
feeling. I’ve never seen
a fool who could fail
soaring above the skies
pulling the veil over eyes.
:: 01-25-2015 ::
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