WHEN TIME BEGGED FORGIVENESS
JUST a worn pencil
and my heart
on paper wet by tears!
Dear who knew time
was that thief
that took youth away!
That we accept unwillingly
a cyclical passage of
humanity known as life:
which I refuse by all my heart
Love is unperturbed by time
and never ages, dear.
So, my love for you that timeless
stone you hold within your hand
Keep it near, it is all of me
my loving One!
:: 06-23-2015 ::
IF pears compare
to apples smile
then fruit is key;
the orchid of hearts!
And if rivers roar
like stone’s ashore
then water is rock
and time, smooth
My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!
The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!
:: ~ ::
AND so my love shall we be
the wings of a butterfly
dipping nectar -see?
Shall we gather nuts
as the squirrel does
before wintery days?
I wish — may I?
To be the crashing waves
of any shoreline!
Or the dew so heavy
it collapses the leaf
of a morning break!
So, love, what shall we
be? Doves? To spread
our wings upon the hope
of peace — yes, dear.
That is us!
:: – ::
THAT tear i wish to be
so pure a true drop-see
an innocent expression from me
made peace sad apple bite
my heels; burned in stiletto
but my dress falls neatly
a walk from here
to –> there
And ageless tears see
each frame-flash desired
a numbWe mySoul be
a l w a y s!
I wish a rain to dance within
just me and cloud-thunder
that only an Eye-God sees
What I am inside always!
:: – ::
FEELING telling DYing yelling
screaming painful words my love
I should banish my tongue dear
The world and love would praise this
feat I cannot bear
;I am the fear
that adores you
The hidden heart
of a broken soul
So love me and
especially hate
the little spot
I possess called
fear; I kiss you
a million hearts
//my enduring lover
:: 06-20-2015 ::
drowning thoughts
hug me today please
all should have i seen
pleases me now >> dear
nature touching me
a warmth of love so
dearly greatly now
sings to my heart
To move with the wind!
To sing with the sun!
To bind my tongue
in stunned pleasantry!
A grande death of love!
to open one’s eyes;
a final moment of seeing
is what beauty is!
:: 06-20-2015 ::
THEN like when early mornings
nodding wakefully by sunlight
and youthful slowly days turning
the page of that thick book of life
by when had once, and of their
loved moments of glad grace,
and the song of tender feelings
that by nature sings to hearts
between/below the rays of light
by babbling brook and glowing bars
And swollen tears too pregnant to birth
the breach of wishing, little sadly,
to see the dream fleeing upward
into the misty mountains overhead
I hide my own heart; my own life
the precious dreams of my own wishing!
:: 06-16-2015 ::
ever dreaming sweet soul I see how so low the moon
is and the music blows all through my mind
everything you felt is life
And I was speechless I saw you run around the world
so bright and you never lost your spot until tonight
And the world doesn’t sing anymore and I touched your
hand and say, “Dear what is everything if not light?”
I should have known
I should have turned
I should have gave you
all I am and more
It’s burning like a sun
and I will beat it everyday until I see your smile return
It’s all a heart beat so lovely it’s all a heart beat
and I’m dying inside the ember of your losing light girl
(turn it) I’m saying I’m so near and I pull your light
from the darkness unto my own soul-Light and we’ll beat
the darkness and never turn to stone: the
somethingissoevilthatitkillsallandIwon’tallowyoutoturntostone!
Tomorrrow is a new world!
:: 06-11-2015 ::
TO see you >like eating paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my timeless soul!
a silver Snail!( here, inventing
stares like U! ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the fruit of your garden of
Eden! Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul: which at best is bestly a talent for
only poetry.
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK! And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK! FREAK! HEAD! no one__.
:: 06-11-2015 ::
WHERE ALL m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!
Perchance b e neath
a blooming peach tree?
upon the cusp of the lips
of a smiling clown or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u n k n o w n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o be!
I love my ;;–> better
than you!
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1
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