The true monsters
are the beautiful oddities
who live in the towns
we past on Interstates
The normal lives
in exit signs
that we never detour
:: 01-09-2015 ::
Tag Archives: #life
THE TRUE MONSTERS
I HAVE SEEN THAT SUN OF YOU
i have seen that sun of you like
the light
(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
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the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life
the stir is unutterably a broken wing
dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields
when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die
:: 01-01-2015 ::
MY SPACE BETWEEN TIME
TONIGHT i paint a dream
And anyone
No one i knew
can see it’s frame
the brush i hold
a gentle pulse
within my heart
ignored by love
but not the stroke!
a dream
i have is all my own
the tremor whispering
i walk fallen
dry leaves in fall
a beauty beheld
life like my own!
i fit between
toc (me)
tic (time)
revelations!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
P L U M E R I A
By far the most beautiful
name of nature’s bosom
the love i chase in fields
oh my…
Plumeria!
That you fragrant mostly
when angry light hides!
beneath both moon and
within solemn sigh
together we ponder
moon!
Like moments — I am lost,
you prefer sphinx moths
and they –> shallow hearts
so your hunger for sun
and water I diligently give
my soul the star
the tears your water!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
SEEDS DRY
Husband, that I did!
and grandly like
a rising sun
feeding life!
Now alone,
did anyone say
“hello?” when they
left my door
to life that day?
I should praise
the fields
and their skirt
of color always —
who ever heard
A flower
moaning
for water
when light
sucked
seeds dry?
:: 12-09-2014 ::
THE TIP OF MY FINGER
I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger
and I point towards the sky
making all things good!
:: 12-04-2014 ::
LITTLE BIRD
Your tulips and balloons flying
all across a shining night
like lovers I want to fill
a memory just full of you
My new life of loving
Stars so brightly shinning
and you make a romance
inside of me like a knee-knocked
heart faintly say my name
when I nighty-night
And tell me I’m just a little bird
snuggled inside you, strong nest
Come morning we’re the first
to eat and chirp lips-bursting
I watch the sunrise my fireBird
wing-to-wing swinging dreams
the wood’s citizens know us
we’re what dreams are ever they be
Oh, falling, flying, sleeping, dreaming
I’m longing to linger until your done
dear, I could never stop dreaming
until sunbeams stop beaming
And I make a promise to you
I’ll dream, dream a little dream
of you!
:: 11-13-2014 ::
LESSON CALLED LIFE
I walk alone for just my life
and I walk a path like you
and I know life like you know
to know is a dagger in our heart
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
I see a cardinal flying there
across the skin of our sky
red against the blue like you
and we can only hug and cry
So we follow the winged one
through the currents
and find ourselves in school
in this lesson called life
And the season is a cold one
so we place our souls upon leaves
the fallen dress of majestic trees
For society has no branches to hang
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
Ooooooooh Oooooooooh
And this education is other-worldly
a smell of school books and spitball
we placed the apple on the desk
and watch the worm eat its way out
:: 11-12-2014 ::
LIKE WHEN IT LIVED
I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.
:: 11-11-2014 ::
SHOES OF NO FEET
AND time devours us all!
Where are the feet, I ask
that walk upon my shadow?
I see the empty shoes,
silence took a poker card
it’s face a sameness too
And my friend silence
said a big nothing,
asked again I did!
Where are the feet
that own these shoes!
Then silence spoke to me
“the shoes have their path,
the feet too”
:: 11-11-2014 ::
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