the language of
love is by
tongue if
not by deed
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06-10-2017
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The Family Cherry Stoner
THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER
i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!
a family cherry stoner.
:: 05-29-2017 ::
*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).
Loving You is Easy
LOVIN you is easy
it becomes beautiful
Making love with you
is all I do ~~
\ Loving you
is more than loving
myself dear /
oh how true ~~
the world cannot ever
springtime like you
like loving you is
a squeeze of truth
and do-do-it-do ah!
And everything i do
is out of love for you
i do-do-do-ah love
Loving you is more than
just dreams coming true
oh la la la do -do ah!
We live each day within
love and Springtime!
:: 12.12.2022 ::
Cold Wet Feet
My delightful fair strobing lights
good cloak and your mind is
fancy this night.
“Is she fair? Is she promised to
the night?”
Oh, your heart is a Mouth biting reflection
of fear ~ yes, she is weird.
Like the sun
Like the stars
Like the shadows
promised to the night.
And where have you been couple and hey, hey.
Within cubicles of pain and worshiping
our previous Lives.
LL 12,12,2922 LL
Digest Right
\DIGEST right
to remember
die just right
to surrender
all emotions
burning time.
/
:: 12.10.2022 ::
IS SHE WEIRD?
INSIDE your eye within your head
outside Mind do you like
ice cream? She said,
“i had my head
upon the ground
and my feet in air.”
i WAS sitting
upon a barrel
spong (Xestospongia muta)
then i laughed to myself
it collapsed.
i KNOW how rich your Mind
is fancy/internal dialogue “i
think shes smart and developed
in a fancy mind i love |is she
wide is she promised to the night
or maybe she’s white as the moon
like a head with no room? Reflections,
you’re mouth EVERYWHERE inside my
whispered breath ~~ or the Sun
and Stars? Is she weird, please be
very weird and have head room.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
Blue Bullet Day
BLUE bullet day. Sweltering heat pavement burning precipice
a Mile Wide | Sweat stain in my Heart every moment a wild ride
~ within this human zoo i wish i could rest more easily | you throw
love upon fiery moments and i’ll never stop loving loving you~~
to never know is not something you leave behind
my Mind an orchestra that’ll never stop loving you
what would God prescribe? Something that takes me higher
than I’ve ever been within this symphony of lovely feelings ~
to wish for promises delivered.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
Dreams and Waking Thoughts
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
Love, the Hungry Language
AND when i speak it is where love is
in a faint hush breath upon a rosy cheek
and also deeply within the chamber of my heart’s
pallor that succeeds it.
AND there — I do know love’s language which is
that hungry heart within the eyes that resembles life!
And within my quivering skin I see love touch my hands
a thrilling trembling vision!
Love nests itself within the wild woods of human
minds || the glance of lightning deep soulful stillness
until the keen delight of a convulsive rapture kiss is
WHERE LOVE SPEAKS
:: 12072015 ::
My Words are Gold My Intentions Whacked
AND everyday i’m cool — if i can have your attention
please: if i rest a moment near the well of despair
wishing young heart’s clean skin like jesus postal fire
my needle: LIKE FATHER’s STEP-FATHER SUN BLOWS! Such fear!
Yeah yeah oh fuck yeah so stuck in dark heart-break love
wail upon the heart and guitar strings : walking around
so cute grabbing screws and how i hate how Jerry Lewis laughs
when soviet union wants to destroy us (Beaver’s mom sucked
the reason I cannot walk right for a few days)
Oh! Goldie Hawn on Laugh-In has
perky tits and Mary Tyler Moore
abandoned her kids: kill the
messenger carrying kool-aid to Uganda
for that sick reverend: i love U S of A
and even the world — don’t care about that
i’m a poet who describes the world with words
— sure, that’s it.
sure, now in 2020’s we’re animals antelope
without stomachs but butterflies of lies
and France we saved oh wait — the whole fucking world
but your teachers are showing titties instead of teaching
how many of us lost lives so we can dip and rip and trip
and get on a mic and spit ~ so funny, when you’re forty
you’ll see how every single person is a ghost that stands up
saying:
We’re all the real ones
fathers and mothers
children and creatures
who fought to speak shady.
Come on.
:: 09-02-2015 ::
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