I my dear
only one
a disappointment
is my f e ar
the Me of my own
just what you see
(and I judge not
by eye) but mostly
others do
not understand
just a pebble
and lesser
if a grain of
indescribable
something
Let just be
the crown jewel
a gem never
touched by others
it makes artThing
and weeping hearts
:: 10-18-2014 ::
timeless near-dark
unseen borders,
like forgotten tears
the closer edge
my forgotten dreams
and cutting wings
— crying butterflies,
upon the sinking hills
of golden bliss — away!
i grow richer by a day
full of sweet death’s way
and your lips tell me,
(formless words of my soul)
‘arise my soul, arise
and sing and tell me
the final tears that
fall upon crystal bells’
still, my storm, verse
sings to my soul,
‘it’s taking over,
it’s taking over me’
:: 10-13-2014 ::
i step upon my
sun-pool dreams
a winter moon
this morning
cathedral spine
my kissing spring
talking symbols
and the riddle
of anguish at peace
with resurrection
if longer — smiles
the nights grow
devouring man
And zero zebra,
undulating umbrella
dancing in front
of my little church
i touch with spire
Today is a winter moon
in summer or spring
and fall between me
three cats, a broken heart
:: 10-13-2014 ::
my bubble(kiss)
static-skin
full (a)round
my pink airJail
the beautiful
lofty curve
released
and float
away
:: 10-13-2014 ::
Jesus smiled at me today
when i fell upon my face
i picked up my tooth
and smiled back at Him
spaces between joy
create greater souls
so i danced like a fool
Jesus cried with me today
when she left me high and dry
and boats need their oceans
shipwrecks just a shore
and Jesus my best of friends
won’t you stab me today
in the smallest part
of my tender back
it’s been such a long time
ago when your friend betrayed
all for 30 pieces of gold
but my love needs no such thing
So, we looked eye to eye
and I shook His hand,
never afraid to find the shore
just a gazed gazely stare —
i will never die alone
He is in all my control
I’m not the Man who will
ever sell the world
:: 10-11-2014 ::
when my heart
blows like
the cold wind
i’m done —
the begging
digs deep
so i ask
‘my girl,
who do you
love’
[in the deep
the deep dream
i love my dream]
your hands,
so cold girl
who did you touch?
[i touched my love
the man i love
six feet deep]
my girl, my girl
don’t lie to me
love likes warmth
and death so cold
[my dear, true love
never dies
but breathes warmth
and melts death too]
in death so true
love never parts
:: 10-11-2014 ::
she took me inside
her thought
i ate the darkness//
my heart shared a milk-
shake tart-kissed
the stomach scar where
my life died inside
the umbilical cord
word of her
SpringWomb kiss
i sit and wish
i could express
the bliss of you
my voice-slit
so the snake
could slither
into your
darklit heart
From womb
to tomb
i surrender
my life
your hand
rocks the crib
of my youth
from bloom
to hedonistic
doom i love you
forever jasmine
my botanical
toothed love
my forNever
Springwomb Kiss
:: 10-11-2014 ::
LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch
//–//
and the memory perhaps
a not — return
in me eternally
and i me-my aching
overarching burning
knows emptiness
you have my soul
— my longKiss
machine who without
and i feel no one
feeling meMy broken
soul drags me down
where noThing hurts
:: 10-08-2014 ::
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