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Lately i’ve come to know
the meaning of dis-so-low
bringing up my daisies
where ever i go driving
along turnpike desert bloom
inside my traffic heart
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crash-car ends
heavy foot crazy jaw-bit love
riding inside my jalopy car
burning smelling wheel cart
speeding straight toward
your beautiful turnpike
i stop to smell the bloom
and daisy-crazy pushing up
i got a ticket just for
speeding toward the end
where every crashCar ends
i never saw the policeSoul
chasing my jalopy car down
my burning smelling wheelCar
now i’m singing of dis-so-low
igniting inside my cadmium car
and i got a ticket just for
smelling your beautiful turnpike
i stopped to smell the bloom
while i die within my cadmium dreams
:: 10-06-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #driving, #hate, #life, #love, #poetry, #surrealism | posted in #driving, #hate, #life, #love, #surrealism
when ‘nothing’ shares
a ‘something’
what to expect,
a ‘something?’
the fullness of
wholesome wishes,
the falling star
of expectations?
we see the bursting
stabbing-throbbing
at sunset and love
the next day expecting
a something —
maybe nothing!
:: 10-03-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #life, #lonliness, #poetry, #sad, #vacant | posted in Uncategorized
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 ::
4 Comments | tags: #abstract, #happy, #life, #love, #mystic, #nature, #poetry, #soul, #surrealism | posted in #abstract, #happy, #life, #loe, #mystic, #nature, #soul, #surrealism
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 ::
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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #childhood, #life, #poetry | posted in #childhood, #life
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 ::
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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!
3 Comments | tags: #life, #poetry, #soul | posted in #life, #soul
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 ::
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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 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dark, #death, #life, #love, #poetry, #romance | posted in dark, Death, Love, Poetry
you have a wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon
:: 09-19-2014 ::
Leave a comment | tags: #dating, #life, #love, #lovers, #poetry, #romance, #romantic, #sensual | posted in Uncategorized
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