Born inside a bruised dirt-womb
and tasted asphalt before sweets
and fell into the fire feet first, damn
before my first baby steps too
life is trying to kill me
no matter how hard I try
spit and words don’t help much
but sure makes me feel good
death can have me —
but not today
no matter how hard it tries
death is trying to catch me
it can take the highway
because today I’m walking
walking in the flowers
beneath the sun
:: 03-31-2014 ::
I stepped outside the deck of cards
an infinite pile of here and now’s
a brand which the Gods call life
and took a peek ahead the hand
that fate had prepared for me —
a shuffle here and cut and cut
and peeked again and smiled
no need to cheat —
when one’s heart the ACE
:: 03-31-2014 ::
When does that end
come
let the new shed life
what left in that past
never was
only seasons do melt
between
what, when, how
:: 03-31-2014 ::
LIFE has a reason
not just to live
it’s a lesson
to make you see
that what you think
is not what you see
what in the world
are we all
thinking of?
the burden is on
those of you
who think and feel
how is the world
gonna live dear
if not by you
so moon and stars
shine on in hearts
that life has kissed
and we all shine on
and the Mother too
She awaits that moment
A world that lives
lives as one and lives
and loves nature too
:: 03-29-2014 ::
MY remorse each day
a ceremony for life
but even for the dead
that my body —
must eat each day
or it be dead one day
that my lips receive
the offering of living
and my intestines devour
through my teeth and tongue
what once lived and dead
such a beast am I – i dread
the difficulty of living
is more than social stress
for the SENSITIVE more it be
that we are cannibal in life!
:: 03-27-2014 ::
TODAY I met a death
it rode down the road
and landed at my feet
the police wrote chalk
around your spirit today
and heaven spoke to me,
and it said:
“no tears from you sir
what was written
has been served”
But my soul loves life
and what beast could do
what was served today
and my feet are washed
within the blood of life
and my feet are red today
So I walked for miles
and I watched the skies
wanting spiritual insight
Nothing but breeze and bee
a silence screamed too
my shadow followed that breeze
So, God I shout in disbelief
what is the meaning of this
what lesson do you have for me!
And love said:
“what we pray for is not life
and destruction is not a hate
nor death a shape of distrust
but what we desire is love
and the flesh a dressing for life
what you saw was not an ending
yes, for flesh, but not for soul
a cyclic reset was set that day
not to destroy but save that soul
My soul shook to hear this reply
but I know truth and it spoke today
and now my eyes and heart awake
still I wonder about his family”
who are we to wonder life and death
when we are a mixture of both
say the blind leading blind souls
:: 03-26-2014 ::
the heart expand
to the left
and to the right
it demand
a space to grow
lilies of my field
sprout and bloom
in the sunlight
that feed you
blossom and color
in the dark night
musical words
nurture from poems
thus i am human
skin from dust
below your stem
that is where —
one-day i shall go
soon one day
and my soul
be your bed
:: 03-26-2014 ::
sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weep
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rises kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it full
of the power of light
to feed my wither
soul
:: 03-26-2014 ::
SO MANY have tried to explain Life
in their complexity of syntax
they lost the goal
I say to you my fellow souls
life is nothing more or less
yes, it is what you desire
and there it is!
:: 03-23-2014 ::
THE lie so gel and tick
centuries upon centuries
a timeless tatoo upon soul
we were lost in that time
who we are so goddamn grand
but those Ones who watch
afraid of our very souls
at their touch could erase all
the contempt for that source
of war and faminine and death
i am no longer human but animal
cornered and challenged to a point
i shall risk all to gain what lost
:: 03-22-2014 ::
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