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MOTHER SKIN
YES I confess it all!
Lost am I in detritus shall
nature is such a pansy
I could blame her all
but clearly it is me
whose weakness — the stalk
my flower falls
I seek the single note
ivory key opens me
ebony be my fantasy
carry me away fluidly
carnival ride waves
dreamy rivulets be
tragic tone keeps me
Life is mother
— mother ate me
me so silently
— strength beneath
her layers of skin
smothered me
Her baby I’ll always be
Love-me kiss-me
smother-me hug-me
melt me womb-be
:: 01-22-2014::
MY SICKNESS
CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
NO HEART UNTOUCHED
WE are part of
indeed part in
life and love
pain and sorrow…
Leave no stone
unstepped —
no heart untouched
daylight afire
nighttime desire
::01-18-2014::
SILENCE KNOWS
BECAUSE silence knows
— the heart kindred souls
we are…
one to whisper
— sweet nothings
tenderly listens the other
My sweet silence
— come to me
upon calm seas
Encompass thee
that we might sail
toward paradise lands
::01-18-2014::
LIES
LIES came to feast today
upon sun bleached bones
I rode a bicycle across dust
as swords cut the ankles
of my sweet freedom
Mother called for me today
I saw her face a stranger-be
my tears crumbled her soul
and in the dirt I ate my forgiveness
nothing to kill or die for
I imagined what could have been
And my hope is for some day where
we can join as one and be love
::01-15-2014::
CAST ASIDE
I TOUCH a moment
caress it’s skin
cold it be solemnly
Cast aside it is
for another time
this moment sadly
breathes a last breathe
It cries within
— so am I
::01-15-2014::
THE BUZZARDS
AND who do you hear
when the last shoe drops
a tree fell within my forest
the party of life too noisy
but the buzzards…
they can smell
And when your star fell
upon who’s ground burned
the last of love’s hope
a grub worm saw
— yes it did
you dig into the dirt
I’ve got a question…
but the answer
is too hot
I’ve got a question…
but the response is rot
And…
Who you know isn’t so
and the night loves her cloak
what you see isn’t so
I touched a third rail…
— just to feel
::01/16/2014::
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