Tag Archives: #life

THIS. MY CHILD-HEART SINGS

i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!

:: 10-01-2014 ::


DIRT DUH DA-DA-DA DIRT

sweet tongue Slicking me
Slender fingers licking me
and tight necked People
kiss if’ings spider crawling
so ghostly fingers that’s their
on string Killing spi ders I
and picker Aaaah err ah! Oh ah!
I sitting in beach
sand Kraken glues them err ee ah
singing blue fin birthday porpoise
kissing my lips and err! Oh ahh err!
my heart lays on dirt Dirt duh da dirt
da da dirt and the whales weep

:: 10-01-2014 ::


THIS, MY CHILD HEART SINGS!

i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
singing fairy tales a loud
nothing matters to this heart

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me

i say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a faster
and i escape the life of you

i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate

and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are a singing back to me!

:: 10-01-2014 ::


WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN

wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…

:: 10-01-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX

IF I were
a broken soul,
who could mend me
— the cobbler
down the road?
With his crafty skill
and many tools,
the awl or maybe
stretching tool?
He would surely know
— should I go?
My shoes, so worn
but my soul so full
of empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
repair my soul
insufferably I plead!


RESOLUTION DEATH

My promise,
that resolve!
To never see
this lover again
— my resolution,
what steadfastly
I held for some time,
abandoned by just
a moment —
my utter despair!

:: 09-25-2014 ::


DYING PARADISE

A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!

What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise

A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart

We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise

We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,

“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!

:: 09-22-2014 ::


YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL

you have a wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon

:: 09-19-2014 ::


VAMPIRIC TURMOIL

but it was you who asked
for eternal life my love!
Sacrificing sun for the moon,
the lamb for the creeping
thing.  Now you say you want
to shop on rodeo Drive during
the day!

I just want to bite you
all over again!

:: 09-19-2014 ::


SKIN OF THE SNAKE

And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow
He hissed and said
“cold and damp,
is my life,
and times are gone
for all true men
to hide inside
the heart of God”
So disguise is gone
and my face is sun
the summer stench
and i climb the stairs
hearing you scream again
Mother’s dead and father
He is arisen in heaven
I’m too cold and damp
so my weathered friend
I go again into the Scream
of deepest fears again
And still the warm winds
of my long dead friends
sing to me once again,
“Judas died for all
the thievery of our souls,
oh, and deep cold suns
and all the living.”
And in my disgrace
i hid my face
inside the skin
of the snake
and asked him
to hide my sins
within his shadow

:: 09-19-2014 ::