And a brother with a sister
in times of trouble
drops the devil to his knees
They — oh hell yeah, oh yeah —
drop the devil to his knees!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #love
AND A BROTHER WITH A SISTER
THIS. MY CHILD-HEART SINGS
i’m child, singing in the briar
keeping my feet in the air
signing fairy tales aloud
nothing matters to this heart
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
all are singing back to me!
I say, ‘living is a good thing’
and the shadows chasing me
but my heart’s a-faster!
and i escape the life of you
i kiss the dirt and the bug
even the muddy waters between
my little toes – can’t you see?
just a heart untouched by hate
and the woods and the birds
and the clouds and the air
are all singing back to me!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
BIRTHDAY DAZE
I see her house over there
she’s collapsing dreams
And it makes me scream
Ohh! Aagh! I sing, crying!
my dreaming sinking
awaking I walk across
the sidewalk with fingers
entwined in spider string
and I scream; “ahh!
she is his, but so lovely!”
and I breath, little fish swim
inside my heart singing aha!
I sat with the troll and gnome
and I glued them together
they slowed the retro-degrade
and sang’ “oooh, err! Ah huh oh!,
and today’s your birthday
while you, in a daze, writing
poetry to the gods of smoking
eye-love and liquor: thum-thum
a-thum thum thum!
:: 10-91-2014 ::
CRIMINAL LOVER
THE long arm of love
will find you —
no matter how many
crimes of hearts
you’ve committed!
:: 10-01-2014 ::
PUBLISHING HOUSE FOOLS
i stood and cried // laughed inside
for the poets // who ride inside
the mindset of publishing
fools who know // nothing but
marketing tools and check their
flies — Fridays
Mercy!
I stood my heart upon a table so wide
and hungry eyes inside cotton-ears,
and the attic bats equal zero: none
intellect cries — ‘give me a piece
of meat instead of this shit’
and just for this one moment i was
a bad-man, so get it on!
Get it on! And I rode inside the
cover of a woman who loves me
With just one luck she found me
and said, “let’s get it on!”
Whoo!
and i became a federal agent
of hidden terrorist-like hearts
fighting for love over death
and ignorance and all that smell
— and we said, ‘let’s get it on!’
[moma told me something —
only for one ear]
:: 10-01-2014 ::
GREATEST EXPRESSION
THE greatest expression
of emotion is also
mostly feared:
T. E. A. R. S.
e, m, l, e, o
n, o, w, g, u
d, t, a, a, l
e, i, y, i, //
r, o, s, n,
, n,
, s,
:: 09-30-2014 ::
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
WIND PERHAPS LIKE WHEN
wind perhaps like when –then
perhaps a wish thinking-bee
busy pollinating her dreams
of all the blessings which see
golden promises above nights
weaking weeping buzzing tears
that nobody loved this, too
wind perhaps like when –then…
:: 10-01-2014 ::
WHEN THE LUST WHERE WHAT LOVE
when the lust, where what love
autumn’s dress for the fall
that nymph and golem may call
brilliant bloody muddy air
and dance, humanity (a/s)way
the conjure of passion-magic
be-and what so much, so be
diligently, ballerina heart
a gaggle-swoonly crystal pond
gasping wooded valley song!
A kiss to fear; kissing you!
and heaving-heaping tears, too
my bow to the princess beauty
and I, the beastly creature
they shall cry, ‘go!’ to myHorror
and no tear between heaven-here,
but hearts like mountain-skies
may invite love and romance
beyond the gate of pearl
–Spirit calls the cards
a deal to deal and some-twice
when dealt to most who die;
love survives immortally so
:: 09-29-2014 ::
RESOLUTION DEATH
My promise,
that resolve!
To never see
this lover again
— my resolution,
what steadfastly
I held for some time,
abandoned by just
a moment —
my utter despair!
:: 09-25-2014 ::
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