I cannot hope
— to dance
upon my tears
the sorrow large
but surface small
I shall dream instead
to fly above my pain
and land upon
soft bellow clouds
there — no tears
and the surface large
for life’s ballad
:: 03-17-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #life
A HOPE TO DANCE
ODE FOR TRUTH
Now to rear
my ugly head
and all the thoughts
contained therein
so many fantasies
all beyond reality
I have known alien,
incubus, and life
spoken for the dead
and those on the way
mysteries revealed
and some contained
I have seen all:
murder, rape, death,
incest, and most of all
disregard for true love
I have no expectation
from those that read
only that they hear
and if they remain
mute, so be it…
let life sort it out
if not, then death
surely will
:: 03-05-2014 ::
ERRINESS OF LIFE
do you know
the eeriness
of life —
shadow speak
innuendo
false love
a strangeness
psychotic being
teeter-totter
a slice o’ knife
against the heart
and in morrow
all is fine
crazy be whom
the poet say you?
or the vile thing
i call brilliant animal
:: 03-13-2014 ::
THE TRUE TEST
THE test of life —
not one of salvation
but that nature
allow us to remain
upon her paradise
:: 03-13-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – V
BONE pure and strong
winds feed my wings
a heart tender-string
bleach dreams swim
My life —
it is my own?
then my butler
— death
and dirt so lovingly friend
bury, or wind carry me
to my imaginal realm
between my dreams and stars
:: 03-13-2014 ::
THE GRAND SECRET
MY confession to mortals
that I do love death
it has a tender touch
to never hurt beyond
that fire of separation
It only asks a piece
of life’s fire to move
beyond your soul today
That grand secret spilled
we all die day-to-day
and born between moments
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS III
and today I slay death
it was my way
knife heart
blade and life
what light
reveal
strength or frail
truth for a man
and the council
those pompous twelve
non-human but eager
to learn
and
Earth is a grand
battlefield petal rose
red soil and bitter torn
in dream or fear dear
lackey heart weak near
the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow
old man or bag lady
do not stare this way
for all had is given
move along tomorrow
today the gift is given
softly we praise Him
who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUDNRED POEMS (ii)
II
What dreams sweet life soul
that Earth soil so wet-dew
that
touching
tears feeling
my council doubt this dream
but
release
thee
budding light this day
such philosophy stab
thy heart
love now
skip treacle and grail
passion fuel thou vessel
tickle-being spur now
and
truth
in heart bleed red now
and breath push you
rhythmic
lover
thou gave me
the reason in moment
spring time lips
:: 03-12-2014 ::
:: 03-12-2014 ::
A HUDNRED POEMS (I)
I
into that fire so brief
Death:
an organ untuned
Spring, the last
we spoke tear;
and gave console
eternal words
not from fear
you beauty cry
my resolve strong
an arm upon heart
cascade tears girl
(does she know) that
love and life demand
joy, fear, life, love
her dress dipped blood
(so long dream here come life)
:: 03-12-2014 ::
DIGIRATI DREAMS
digirati night-time romance
zeros and ones flow lovely
black on green is better
than white on black
and in the end we are
offsite disaster-recovery
human-computer interaction
is not the issue dear
but elite intrusive probing
snowden, orwell, and turing
who is in my dreams high or low
nothing but intelligence dear
it’s nothing to get hung about
always know that dreams are more
than the eyes in which we see
and strawberry fields are forever
and what you know is not more
than the dreams we dream and see
let us sleep and wake up in dream
and live life as one forever-be
:: 03-11-2014 ::
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