A laughter sprung out in Spring
measured by love.
A joy bursted heart!
I dreamed // I can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
For the love,
for the love of hearts
For the love of us all!
:: 01-17-2015 ::
Tag Archives: #love
Op. 1
Angels Weep
I feared a thing untold unseen! That thing I feared within my mind!
A thing too, seen? Split by half in such unknowns AS I strove to know
what i must. Unraveled too which spilled upon the floor!
Imperfect thoughts rolled from higher ground to low!
Then reality’s curtain fell; my needle tried to stitch the past
when love was good! But life ran beyond the needle and instead stitched time
within my soul! I, cry. Oh crave to mind my own peace but thoughts
came into my mind.
Oh father! Toward my hands I give you my Spirit! Oh Father! forgive me.
i am a flesh creation weeping for the last time. So fractured in suicide.
Queen! dead! King of Life. Jesus embrace us and all our dirty skin
please forgive us for our transgressions.
Father! Mother! weakness Evil!
Fire! Birth! Life! Into my heart you have burned and taken love from my spirit
while i weep for those weaker who never knew ~~~ imperfect thoughts
And quietly heaven’s angels wept. As all creation.
Dying is righteous. If we leave flesh and blood.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Give Love to All
Hush now and close your eyes
how i know you wish for life
how i hope you agree with me
now young heart so flower-like
tender fields of wished dreams
how i wish you dreamed as me
that clouds are pillows
oceans tears of joy
mountains like resolve
rest in peace
and remember what you said
“just give love to all.”
It’s what you showed me.
Just give love to all.
:: 09.09.2022 ::
Continued Existence
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,__
what sentient life is
But tell me love is enjoyable
For untold dead dream
and us, the living wish
to know
That goal is not death within
a grave but that flesh and bone
to leave us alone
Ascending towers with enjoyment
and never sorrow
to dust we leave behind legacies
and act, that each to-morrow
__find us farther away
from this dreadful Dream we
call ‘life.’
That continued existence.
:: 09.08.2022 ::
M E D U S A
Left life ? then again
in a shadow i dreamed
i touched your hair
Inside a castle
Once a knight i dreamed
then cancelled all flight
staying here for you statue
Summer dream deep inside
solid winter mud i stayed
listening to the creep
of time ten thousand fold
only to dig out upon
the land ~~~ Gorgo! Is one
name but call me Medusa :
within living venomous snakes in place
of hair. Turn to stone turn to stone
if I have no love for you
| you wish upon that star — why is
it you never cared? ~~~ you turn
(in universal mind) to stone____
never tell me what to do!
:: 09.08.2022 ::
Pluto, Scorpio & 8th HOuse
HEARD the dust speak behind a whore house
full of women loving bondage men
wild cards play out with king of hearts
spade of Queen
fetus between knees
Pluto, Scorpio the 8th house.
how stupid & contagious
dark relations
screaming hello
and karma! Fame of life.
Talented and sure
talent praised for a time
In a life time by generations
Kendra-Trikona! Hello oh hello.
Singing over lips
M-E-P-P-R-I-C-T is the hymn of the lord.
May all the cosmos around & behind us
answer & be answered by the whole universe
where’s our Sun?
Hum-a-p-o-o-l-a-t-c-r-i-n-e-s
:: 09072022 ::
Nursery Rhymes
UNDER sheets we shade horror
within skin we feel no repent
inside skulls we are liars
below are broken feet
walking streets weeping
saying, “i’m through it all,
cause i don’t need your tears.”
In the end we look inside a
mirror that tells us lies
so we suffer as god’s children
like gutter’s institutions
so we shut our eyes and pray
“Just save the ones whose
hearts are pure.”
A drink for the horror
and cheers for the apologetic
society who never cried a tear
— but set us aside.
Just save…Just Save…
Just save all the little children
and tell nursery rhymes.
:: 08.17.2022 ::
Placed Into a Box
I sat and wept at a brightness that was you: an autumn sun forlornly pouring
light on the corpses of the flowers — a thousand blossoms dead, with no roots.
Grave to decay, and no dreams.
I saw the artist paint his portrait, and wished to know how your eyes
grew clear and darkened at sight of his canvas, and how, at each stroke,
they searched for the clear water of your eye: were you thinking of me?
Or what?
Your poverty brought many, many gifts, which the artist and I,
having explored together that barren wasteland, as tourists through one dead spring,
took to Bali, for a holiday, that morning.
The darkness of the vacant land was covered with blossoms and yellow fruits.
The blackbirds that flew from tree to tree folded like aprons.
The birds all looked, above, like spiders’ threads.
I tried to imagine the inside of that bee, searching for the flower
with a tail, that flew away from him, yet who with it had already disappeared:
from which dark was a fire (Light in front, fire in back)
Or was it an illusion that would be blown away by the wind?
The honey-like fruit of the wild apple, turning dark
as the bee drank, or was devoured.
We all died that day, one after the other, and how they died, I can never know:
like the drop of water that is misted up and creates a sea of salt in the skies.
I saw it, and wept, for you were killed, and I thought of how much
you’d longed to go to the honey.
But how it must have been for you to die:
As the bee, all writhing,
Eaten away.
The bee, is what I remember most.
The bees were only like us.
They were trying to do the same thing as we did:
to make it all better.
Like me.
So I put you into a box, and wrote on the lid:
I shall go now, it is time.
:: 08.10.2022 ::
Give Me
TELL me: where does the wind come from?
where do the stars come from?
what are these wings and walls that they take
around, around to be happy and straighten themselves
to return from what?
And for whom they carry around everywhere and the desire to return.
Give me the smell of their body
The smoothness of the body the sweet grassiness of the pellet
and the scent of their eyes, the road underneath that they keep marching
all the time in pursuit of each other.
Give me the softness of a human spirit and the weight of her soul.
It’s not because I ask for that I desire the animal,
that’s all, I’m only certain of what I seek.
Like eyes that sleep on the shoulders
like the fragile set of the hands
that are always looking for contact
and they might not find it, in whom they could be.
because the animal is too weak to survive the scouring flame.
Give me the makeup of their being
and the sound of their music
The bird that is like a triangle
that hangs like an anchor
The shadow that burns by going
into the sun and comes out of a hole
Give me the tree that grows in pensive sleep
The heart that lies by the feet
the lips the lungs the soul that dries up in its eyes
Give me the leopard that cleans up in it’s corner
and the jackal that does kill within its sleep
the bar that cleans up the wine
Give me the god who buries his hair
in the thunder that’s shattered the whole Earth
The pig that’s eaten all its world
The father that sits within the wall of fire
and the wing that does not flap
Give me the mother of a demon that reads its own novel
The sky that flies towards nothing
The roots that destroy everything
The post that does not reach the Sun
Give me the light that is being the light
that’s been in this world a long time
Give me a cave that seems to come out
to a party that is going to come out
of the garden that is being the womb
of the mother of the dead and the desert
and the mountain
give me
Nothing.
:: 07.27.2022 ::
Cherry Blossom Heart
THE moon slid slowly from the light
to slumber in the crepuscular shroud
An illuminated universe lies
in the silver light’s glow
The mighty golden note slumbering
in a valley of undying silence
The distant crimson light’s whisper
Causing butterflies in its wake
The song of the moon played so sweet
as the golden sun faded behind
Now hear the bitter mocking warble
of the bitter hermit’s chant
and ghosts watch me leave you further behind
As the dirt drips down bedding your heavy box
the front of your funeral dress all shadowy lined
And droning iridescent crickets throb in time
within your beatless heart
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Like a needle in the pinball machine
you don’t know what you got till it’s gone
If you’re the only one to hold me in your arms
Baby please don’t make me cry
Say it with me now
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
Cry, Pink White
My Cherry Blossom Heart
:: 07.27.2022 ::
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