Tag Archives: #love

THE PERFECT WOMAN

MY council of twelve: is not her mind
like the glint of precious stone?
Unshaped by this era of time oh her soul!
and by your magnificient mercy, for me.

The voice of so many tumulteous nights;
her hands; hair as braided by angels
her constitution is testimony to God’s
greatness.

whether storms
or perfect days cool and kilted
I am perfected constantly by her love
while within all my life and confusion
her arm and hand slips inside it all

and i am deeply delighted by the feeling
of her feathers and soft breasts upon
my heart — a special moment always
in pregnant delight by the Great Sun
within her future’s womb.

:: 10-13-2017 ::


LOVE the single and only EXTRAORDINARY

IF there is one love for all

then  love is simply

s t r e t c h ed  small

Love; the singular tear drop
fallen upon a mountain large:
which finds a path through
stone and dirt until reaching
center bottom.

LOVE

the single and only

EXTRAORDINARY  as twlight’s
first throated burst of
mornings or evenings |
and IF there is one love
for all      if for all

then I have met Love
which is why I love all.

:: 10-10-2017 ::


My Emotions Are Prisoner to Fear

my emotions are prisoner
to fear of release.
i have seen love explode
: remnants of supernovae
and my one remaining fear:
i shall not have love again.

And then once i too walked
with love but was then
a shadow; then now i walk
along the rolling hills
hearing mocking shadows
knowing how much i took

 

this seed within my heart
with passion and color
grew; became a flower
that made good upon grace;
that love watered my roots
until the sun withered it

Which took everything
alas but my fear that
i shall not have love
again.

:: 10-10-2017 ::

 


deeper, Than Death.

deeper Than Death

so i have
broken the vow
of my soul

my Spirit says..
it isn’t so.”

t    hen   2 U”
just

DEATH

:: 10-07-2017 ::


JUXTAPOSITION

wet leaves upon the heels
of my tender bare feet
tall trees and night breezes
seem to sing, “love you”
my heart’s last beatings
like a far-seen ocean voice
and all the flowers exhaling
sad perfume from dilapidated
buds — maybe next season
Your hands so big around :
the tower of my mind
how sad you make me leave
all my worries behind.

:: 10-07-2017 ::


I’m a Brain on a Leash

i’m a brain on a leash
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
leaving memories every
moment as i step into
another realm

a million scents and
no one to tell
the paws say how much
i love you all

well arf, growl and licks
scratch the ears to know
how orgasmic feelings are
and no one to tell

sniff, sniff, tears
riffs, riffs, fears
words, words, here

i ate my bowl o’ prison food
want to catch the cat too
tell her how much i love
how delicately she purrs

i’m a brain on a leach
being pulled by a dog-
on-world
licking hands that love
who love me too.

:: 10-05-2017 ::


Yearning Love

THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own

but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.

And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


Don’t You Dare You Can’t Catch Me

 

the light is coming beyond a morning’s curve
expectations of a day with hours
and i don’t know oh where does it go?
pennies falling within a funnel
minds too and love for fools

Time a piece of Meringue pie
baked in an oven ; a large glass
or metal bowl
as the world asks, ‘where does
time go?’

While walking down a street
(don’t you dare you can’t catch me)
the weak lie crossing the road
a hole within my sole reaching out
to the lost one’s within the cracks

The cobbler has his awl and knows
space has it’s mistress ‘time’
and we know how that goes

Don’t you dare you cannot feel me
anymore
Don’t you dare you cannot look
for me anymore
Don’t you dare you can’t catch me.

:: 10-04-2017 ::


THERE ARE LARGE HEARTS AND SOME TINY FINGERS

there are large hearts and some
tiny Fingers clasping the
tender petals of teardrops
and if my own mouth large
it would taste and dare eat
the sun gloriously drenched
sanguine-golden promise

vertiginous and spiraling
like as when heads of daisies
by blue winded skies breath
twisting swaying in deep love
is how i think of you my love
is how i know i how’d is
this love more than art!

:: 09-26-2017 ::


Seriously What Would a Poet Be?

\\\SERIOUSLY, what would a poet Be
if all the words written were of
love? Desert. Dry. Fragments
of pieces of wishing? Who knows –
only you. But this I know.

we want only a few things in this
life: Sex, food, comfort, shelter,
and love.

Aside of that. The few remaining
awaken who dream wish a bit more.

truth, life, knowledge, and
the taste of GOD.

I’m sleeping on the right of the bed.
take the rest of it. \\\

:: 09-25-2017 ::