Whose pieces are these
that twinkle in dead?
whose heart can beat
without love or blood?
i am the pieces here
that twinkle in truth!
whose heart still lives
without love or blood!
Where darkness comforts
the broken moments of
golden wishes that flew
and crashed into ground
the saddest stories
are always and forever
of lost and love.
:: 12.18.2022 ::
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).
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 ::
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
to remember
die just right
to surrender
all emotions
burning time.
/
:: 12.10.2022 ::
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. 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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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