And the daylight danced upon the heart
of the man who laid across the lap
of his woman. Upon a bench within
a park, his childhood hidden. And when
the clouds obscured the sun, his heart
leaped forth as a child! His lover
murmured: Are you here? The distant
laughter of playing children. And his
eyes flowered-opened and saw the light
of all the day and even night, within
the gaze of the woman who allowed him
a moment to become a child.
:: 01-22-2015 ::
AND where does
love go
When upon the last
ember of life
a lover sheds
her golden cord
and takes flight
I call you, sweet face
By day and not just night
and between the moments
where two knees do fall
And too, I go! There!
upon the waves of
eternal love
:: 01-20-2015 ::
SHE imposed;(and who wants
to love)and summer creamed
it’s beauty, with it’s warmth.
That’s when I saw she had a smile
to bring the sun down to Earth
and I love her!
That’s when the moon (I saw the oceans rise)
spoke; I’ve been doing nothing so close to
nothing so let’s dance
and we (I think I love her) danced across the
stars // she trills my lonely soul
it’s something about how she ate the dark cloud
above my heart and I said,
‘I think I love you.”
Love’s so cool, begs for nothing
just gives me pink roses
and the rolling hills of passion–I feel!
This is the first time (and babies cry)
give me the milk ofLove!
(I think ILove you!)
:: 01-17-2015 ::
WE walk upon the lemon slice
like-Earth spinning dish
a garnish upon our plate
a heart full of pie
and i love your face
it makes mascara smear
when i taste your heart
oh, moon like a drop
of caught tears!
i crushed you there
in my fist,
and on top of day
i forgot your name
when i taste your heart
it makes mascara smear
Oh well, oh yeah
it’s an open space
oh no, oh my
i died forgiving
just two hands upon
a wooden cross
and mascara smears
:: 01-11-2015 ::
to catch the gleam
bird-eye dove in
flight
and crashing river
over-pours my
cup of Life
i knew the nest
of crackedEggs
to watch the gleam
of baby eyes
the Feathers
of hungrySouls
always wishing
gentle winds
and yetScreams
the jet streams
of current’s life
:: 01-11-2015 ::
i have seen that sun of you like
the light
(my heartMOTH drawn by warmth-fields
and honeyWORDS i hunger in eagerSoul…
…. . …
. .. . . ………………….*
the weak muscle (i never knew strength)
beating inside the castleChest breast
OF too many battles of courage
and weakness fell these walls of life
the stir is unutterably a broken wing
dreams of thrilling life never known
forever
my phantom feeling Fields
when summer is born
–in the mouth
where wet souls
kiss the body
of
love
should
we die
:: 01-01-2015 ::
time paused and universe
y a w n e d
life and death screamed
“C A U S E!”
the tic-toc rhythm
r
u p
t u red *
:: 12-26-2014 ::
i should run away
to never see myself
what ruin i’ve become
my ungrateful heart
may slay away
all the lightness
where destruction lives
my ungrateful heart
there are times
when the sun sinks
with it too my hope
all because of a heart
then the moon surprises
with all her grandeur
like an unblemished stone
but not my ungrateful heart
it lies between a vastness
the tiniest cracks
between light and darkness
is where i live forever
just me and my
ungrateful heart
:: 12-29-2014 ::
here in my heart
collaborative
bee hi’ve voir
smiling and stabbing
building new
arg, you ments!
it’s all here
within my heart
aggregate structure
like bee hive
i died honey drowning
and my flowerSoul
so sugary juicy
a vicious tongue
sucking blossom
all within your
Honey Stomach
So full of me
you said, ‘Sting!’
and flew back to
the hive of all
the souls you
killed!
:: 12-25-2014 ::
TONIGHT i paint a dream
And anyone
No one i knew
can see it’s frame
the brush i hold
a gentle pulse
within my heart
ignored by love
but not the stroke!
a dream
i have is all my own
the tremor whispering
i walk fallen
dry leaves in fall
a beauty beheld
life like my own!
i fit between
toc (me)
tic (time)
revelations!
:: 12-09-2014 ::
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