Far from me far from self
far from help like the stars
and all the props
of living large
is the hidden face
from the cruel
but smiling mirage
of eternal dreams
So i run away from my skin
far from me far from self
like a calm nest of rattlesnakes
or drowning Jesus aside passing ships
And in all despair i raise my arms
and leap into the air toward
the house that God has built
and wish upon that falling Star
far from me
far from help
:: 04-29-2019 ::
WE carry heavy moments;
some upon backs and
then when others choose
hearts — burstForth
song and prose!
i know the little mouth
it is my heart but
largest when i write;
and to know humans
who destroy dreams
i say even the dead
can die again
always war
:: 07-25-2015 ::
I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved
:: 07-05-2015 ::
Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another
life!
:: 06-05-2015 ::
AND potential forgiveness
the caught hook in a throat!
A painful pulling somewhere
between soul and heart
I choose the Ghost
who repeat in Song
“Life! That which I lost!
Over promises of empty boxes
shaped like a heart!”
:: 02-10-2015 ::
I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.
:: 11-11-2014 ::
i cannot pull myself
together
u n t i l
i have complete ly
f a
l
l
e
n
a p art
:: 10-28-2014 ::
So you took, to run
across the dandalion
when we broke up.
i saw the color
like fire beneath
the path of your feet
i took the paint
of your pain,
and drew you:
a summer’s day
of lovely people
kissing, laughing.
So sweet, you – lips!
i never knew angel,
until i met you.
And softly i live,
in that memory.
So soon we left
the impossible room
of a great life,
but i still paint you
with the morning’s light.
Your portrait —
always a part of me
:: 10-25-2014 ::
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
MY forgiveness that I confess
I abhor the thoughts of a few men
who poetry reclined in regal
to bequeath a crow of joy
Pope and Byron so much
a meat of their time
I confess to the mass
not like them —
I know the face of God
and the thought behind
those that doubt this
carefully watch our kind
a congress in rot and fraught
with indecision — such a crime!
We humans mimic the God
and He is about to reset…
:: 03-22-2014 ::
