have you ever
been with never?
the lonely walk
through a forest.
and never.
and ever have you
never seen,
the beauty;
a tumbler tumbling
sweet spring?
And never.
whenever i feel
never belief
falls upon me!
:: 10-31-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
NEVER
SPRING WATERS CLEANSE THE SOUL
LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!
:: 10-30-2014 ::
THE HAMMER OR ANVIL
THE hammer or the anvil?
Some would say
the hammer
but I know the better
as in life
that lived I
the anvil so solid
and life a frail arc
falling upon it’s dreams
Oh! Life, that severe beating!
:: 01-32-2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
FIVE POEMS – IV
Such wind blows my love, upon your dreams
that flower of fields once knew bright warmth.
And now the grasp of pain so coldly sweeps
upon frozen tears — pain hurts the soul!
I should say come away! Away from sorrow…
but the gate between fate and me is locked.
Should i find that eternal key it be your heart!
:: 02-08–2014 ::
rev: 10-30-2014
I CANNOT PULL MYSELF TOGETHER
i cannot pull myself
together
u n t i l
i have complete ly
f a
l
l
e
n
a p art
:: 10-28-2014 ::
HOPE IS A FOREST
“i am ugly but i dream”
said the toad.
“And I am wings,
but just butterfly”
said the forest princess.
And the dream with wings
flew toward the morning glory,
and all her dew;
and nothing could deny
the forest bloomed
in a marriage of
hope and despair!
:: 10-28-2014 :
SOUP AND THREAD
THERE’S a golden thread
within my noodles,
and needle-head too!
I have yet to find a soup
to stitch a flavored soul.
My spirit-favored lover
where is my spoon?
“Over here,
within my heart!”
I SHOULD KNOW
My feet so tiny,
by comparison
to life!
My mouth a hole,
one I never knew!
Life consumes me,
and thoughts too,
like…
tinyEyes upon
a broadBare face,
eaten tearsby time.
And the criminal,
love that steals!
A goodness lit me
when a morrow rose!
:: 10-24-2014 ::
MY STRANGE BRILLIANT FLOWER
AND you, my strange brilliant
flower of loveAndColor
what HipLip my true desire!
Like fermented moonlight
the drunkness, my heart.
And rolling upon and o’er
the banks of my soulRiver,
we too, drinkers of the fog!
And each starlit candle
above the miracle-love,
we two, within our fog!
The cherub lay moist
against our spirit’s love.
Oh my lover which I love,
like yellow globes,
burning in this night!
Forgive the trespass
of my eager-needing heart!
I might of born-be sorrowful
heart —
but our crowns of gold
keep sight upon our souls
:: 10-24-2014 ::
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