My clover sweet flora
so gently against my eyes
what dream today my green
beneath me a burning hell
above is only deep blue sky
I sing to me a mystery tune
ancient but doves live to fly
a piece of me if you choose
to take a peace of love with you
:: 02-25-2014 ::
CONFIDENCE BE MY STEP
Stand in grace and steadfast resolve
a staircase descending below two feet
what wonders give each step you take
a dream taken that stride sure-fast
living now forgiving past indecision
that pocket full of fire touchstone
breathe easy for you may catch-fire
and trails of lust behind shadows
falling desires singing in choir
life loves confidence riding life
:: 02-25-2014 ::
That easy rhythmic sound is what i need,
a swing beat in jazz to touch and feel.
So I do my best to stay one foot ahead
of those lazy-crazy slices of falling time
of which some are stuck in the inferno trees
outside my window. A hellish wind fans them
but I rely upon Count Basie to sooth it all out
and I won’t look out the window anymore.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
What love lost did not gain
a pittance for memories
of a grand life remain
To see the mysteries
that such power gives
more than enough for tears
What love held never lost
but tucked away somewhere
between moon and stars
:: 02-23-2014 ::
IF all the world’s a stage
and we are all the actors
who then the audience?
we all perform
for the mystery of mysteries!
LIFE bitterly love bit me
a kiss that burned my heart
such love that sank its teeth
o’er my spirit it tore apart
the dreams that dream of love
in pepper-tears laced in salt
that born I be my only fault
life bitterly love-love me
:: 02-21-2024 ::
I ate the sun today
in all it’s glory fire
now inside of me
A quarrel ensued
between the two
light and darkness
ancient bitter foes
A deal was struck
a war not waged
if I choose to be
keeper of the two
:: 02-21-2014 ::
so queer that fear
can stretch out time
a stitch in mind
the needle pierce
what eternity avoids
we carry for life
:: 02-20-2014 ::
night falls, smother the frayed nerves of captive souls
like a penitentiary only a lock at the main gate
I crawl over the fallen
my heart in pocket and fractured spirit
a taste of crimson iron-spice in dirt
the ground swells and trembles below my hands
a pulsing monstrous beast come to life
and I, disturbingly intensely pass through
across these lines of densely packed bodies
like moon surface between cavernous crater
my wish like a snowflake above a furnace
to breach the gate and find my life over there
:: 02-20-2014 ::
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