The world buried
— today
a friend familiar to me
One that I grew
— to know
one who loved me so
Her lines were delicate
— but razor sharp
A cut through carelessness
I would say hello
— in black ink I bled
across her tender face
Today the world buried
— the closest of my friends
The written letter to rest we put
::12-29-2013::
MY love I confess to you
there be another who
has touched my heart
She is a grand soul
with a way in words
and her life passed
many year ago
I must say that
her letters of love
have found their way
into my heart
And kindle a passion
never to die
Also I confess
a first letter of love
I wrote to her
she crumpled to keep
But this one
— I now write is weak
compared to the first —
How I live for now
but my heart to
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson!
Who passed the year of our lord
Eighteen Eighty-six
:: 05-15-1886 ::
:: 05-15-1886 ::
I DESIRE that which is mine
and give no quarter
to those who challenge
the fruit of my tree of life
I guard with constant diligence
the beauty by my side
her beauty madly drives
sane men into frenzy
Tis such a small price
for a gentleman to pay
to possess such a fire
her furnace forges my love
Fair warning to weaker men
best you chase less fair women
my stick has a spot for you
surely your head atop my spigot!
::12/28/2013::
THESE are my friends
one that wishes
the other that begs
Hush to one I said
life bleeds with cuts
the other such pity
These are my friends
one cries and shouts
the other silently weeps
Soothe such anger my angel
blackness begs an audience
dry your eyes my other!
We are such friends
she lives beneath my skin
turmoil burns tender hearts
Now you shall shine
rubies shall you drip
upon the land of giving
At last! My love’s complete
::12-28-2013::
SUCH daze enters
into few hours
beyond my avatar
of senselessness
that crunch
— popcorn tasteless
The piper visited
for his pay
as my universe
spoke to me
a decree:
— “tis no free lunch today!”
Black pepper eyes tear
rose cheeks bleed
the bark of tongue
peels beneath brokenness
a heart torn in part
— between light and dark
Soft skin easily torn
by black raven beaks
eat the pepper-pecked
what eye could not see
blindness shows to me
— love is all there is
Scream lung-flung disease
purge rotten feeling-be
angel piss golden bliss
high heels Diablo made
fracture-me piece-me
— together for another day
::12/28/2013::
AMAZING is the sense of time
Happiness quickens it by
Sadness stretches it’s sides
and sometimes
— for unfortunate ones
when a broken soul —
it escapes one’s life
Eternal remorse
as years tick by
::12-27-2013::
OH my God please allow me
to not realize the fence
academia places between
fame and talent
— none I have
I follow boundaries
none I believe within
But the soul and spirit
love and kick and spit
and dance and kiss
let us be what we are
and heart and hug
what words give us
I love you all
— from the bottom
of my soul and all
I kiss you
love you
adore you
all!
::12/26/2013::
RIGOR MORTIS spreads upon the dead
complacency surely does the same
apart crimes of displaced compassion
together conspiracy to commit the dead
So the fire embraces imaginary lines
of transgressions never bought or said
Someone pay the price in giving flesh
and losing the part of living best
God I give you my eternal soul
forgive me my weakness in believing
let the sun shine upon my living spirit
::12-26-2013::
WHAT of the man who adores
the baby breath of his child
and conjure ancient-spirit
to protect his broad
What of the man that love
the spouse who conflicts
the concept of enternal love
Who can say — without delay
truth or right – I’d be dismayed
what true love be in light of humanity
Hush my fellow human – say nothing!
Let the tides swell – believe me
the shores be clean post-storm
— this day
::12-26-2013::
QUIET SPACES kissie comfort
spiral-pain touch tickle
blood reaffirm a memory
life is what you live
Seductress enters dream
mixing tonics skin-liquid
thirsty-soul drink-hungry
higher mind slap-shit you
Choir boy suffer stiff collar
dead one endure post-life
love ones shun past-memory
so thick process-life
makes you wonder
— who is better off
dead or living
::12/26/2013::
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