Too long I’ve lived
Too much I’ve seen
Too brief my love
Too little by seam
That moments alone
seem eternal by soul
And witness, my heart
Too brief my love,
this dream called Life
:: 10-11-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
TOO LiTTLE BY SEAM
A RICHER ONE UNREHEARSED
That thing which thirsts
by and by mostly, i found
upon a day’s journey
The quench he burst
while i listened
to his wisdom-words
and i had no thing
within my pockets
So i told him ‘my
apologies’ —
He took my soul
within his hands
so carefully kissed,
and all within me
a glitter-gold
he did disburse
If you look for life
just remember my friend
a richer one unrehearsed!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
THE BANNER-REGRET
When assassins cry
they run —
hiding within the city,
with white-flags hung
And the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storms
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through flesh
— i’ve seen tougher
souls, some men —
in any country everywhere
And kill or be killed
the anthem of death
sung by the lone assassin
Armed yourself you betray
the one who loves you —
she wears the red dress
to cover the color blood
Arm yourself and betray
goodwill should life die
and you cry and run
Hiding within the city
with white-flags hung
and the banner-regret
furloughed by tears
and storm —
torn out like hair
and tears like diamonds
cutting through your flesh
You know my heart and you
hate the target I placed
upon your heart —
you took a chance and now
no one can save you
A white-flag hung for you
are you willing to die?
:: 10-09-2014 ::
ANOTHER WAY WE CHOOSE TO DIE
She, deep star as though
silence listened — far, afar…
bassLevel destruction slick
which we cannot see stand
the million-year labor like
indolent dreams…
and Majesty’s slick-finger
trigger-killing tragedy
kissing the golden tongue
of the smooth voice-fantasy
Opened doors a path-easy
for corner-cutting fools
what mama said, “Dirty-money
only buys the lies…”
and a broken heart,
We choose our ways
and die fulfilled
keeping lies next
to our soul — just another way
yeah, another way we choose to die
:: 10-09-2014 ::
THE PRICE OF A SOUL
RELIGION, my savior, my building
my daily ritual!
tingle-foot ant climbing hills
doctrine smacking my tenderSoul
my childLike heart weeping
(tithing for the fools)
save my misguided soul
I shall know I’m saved
when the Preacher drives
a Mercedes in Gold
:: 10-09-2014 ::
STATIC LIFE
| LIFE is static save the canvas it rolls and tosses across the spectrum of all our souls // – // |
LAND OF LIVING WORDS
little-voice my biggest
tender tiny heart-Fire
burn my lipSoul when
all my words — sleeping
I tuck them beneath
the country-prose of
my land of living words
my little voice, tenderly!
within the hands I write
I hold your flowerHeart
and scribe the love within
the land of living words
and remain forever yours,
my living word!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
MY ‘LOST’
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
MY FEAR-TINY
my fear-tiny
feet patter in Side
tinyMe that room
alone and Me
my handFace
slapping fear-
hating me longer
distaste my fear
King–my costly
wasteful weakness
:: 10-05-2014 ::
BLOOD, THAT PRINCE!
Blood, that prince
a lover for all,
deeply within
the bleeding life!
Today, like me
I walked there
beyond the way
toward the river
a babbling heart!
And sat upon
(and I did)
a rock watching my Prince
deeply within life!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
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