THROUGH the valley of time
across the sphere of space
watching light dissipate
i still recall the taste
of the fallen tears from
your mouth ringing within
my heart ~~ lapping up
crashing waves of despair
How the most favorite dreams
of you wash ashore inside my head
I keep them all within my box
of cedar wood / thinking of just
one thing — souls make this happen
and sometimes i wish it’d go away.
this thing’s slowly ebbing me away
as a sand castle caught within
a storm.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
SHE has a dream
He has the debt
She always has what she gets
He’s a dreamer in the ditch
He’s a pauper that never regrets
Together, smiles and frowns
Tagging along are universal clowns
He never said, “I do.”
She said, “Whatever it takes.”
Into the mist as they forget
it’s all for love and little kittens
She has a puppet string to my heart
He has the gold of a different kind.
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta my sleep
Beat me outta regret.
:: 06.22.2022 ::
i would be your love
if love was to be had.
i would have half of
love if love had me.
To show my precious
heart….to be so kind
and still as a flower
as no other ever saw:
grown and brilliant
in mire and growing
till the day my
petals were gone___
i would be your love
if i were to be had
i would be half of me.
To give my precious
kisses in morning’s dew
and nighttime hugs
always and forever.
:: 06.20.2022 ::
:: 06.20.2022 ::
WHEN you’re done the poet heard people in the hall, and hushed music.
He was lying on his back and his lips started to taste blood and the chorus came up
and the boys started to sing and Oh oh oh You are alone in the river!
You’re all damned in hell. All the aborted babies screamed, “So lucky to meet you!”
I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment.
You’re all sinners and damned in hell. I can still see your eyes as bright as the day of judgment!
Hush
Hush
You can take it. We’re the good guys and you’re the bad ||
Right now it doesn’t matter! That your frail screams rise to heaven
We’re the good guys and you’re the bad
Right now it doesn’t matter.
Tears up through her veins go insane
and begging God to stop the rain.
A self-appointed Judge judging and jury.
The world gives it’s life for greater end.
Her angel stood by too long and now plucks
it’s eyes out and lights another cigarette
to comprehend how dead is so dead.
So soft is skin. So scared. Addiction is flesh
and blood.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
As the wave erupts and floods you in your sleep.
Imperceptibly you slide towards the madness of dreams.
You feel the sticky dampness of a nightmare.
Your dilated eyes as magnet tar pit traps drowning in white ocean.
The wave of sleep reaches up to hug you gently,
holding your limbs. Taut, anchored to the bed.
your brain without moorings off your paralyzed tongue ~~
the waves finally drowning you in the coolness of dreams
beyond all fathoms.
:: 06.19.2022 ::
I tell. I reach. You can try to give me peace. I am in deep mud. Hypnotized.
Inside. A reaching called trying. I’m in love with poetry so wonderful
each word brings me to my knees.
It’s a miracle of hysteria — I don’t need love so I believe when Love opens
wide —– from leaving me; i want to know tonight if you can stop this feeling
oh this fire — a spiritual healing of loving in mysterious feelings.
Oh babe.
Hysteria.
When you’re near.
i’m in love! Each word takes me to my knees. I’ve got to know tonight if these feelings
are mysterious hysteria — so magical and mysterious i start to put hand on pen and
write. Words.
Like my dreams — of her. When you’re near. Strawberry ice cream yeah — you can hide,
a one-way street. I hold and open wide ; take me in my head / leaving \ so stop
this fire of a magical mysterious feeling (it’s a miracle seeing you in my dreams)
Can you understand believing (i see you) hysteria when you’re near.
I lean into you – you hide. Oh! You’re alone tonight and can we stop this feeling of Poetry?
So magical and mysterious.
Wo we beat on, writing words against the current of life, bearing against
past life.
:: 06.15.2022 ::
SHE was white and pale working cooking, cleaning, looking after
children and spinning.
Producing large quantities of thread from wool and falx to weave into
clothing — bedding bags, sails and other items.
With a distaff tucked in your belt, it was easy to pause your spinning while
performing another chore like stopping spinning just long enough to feed
chicks and an enormous hen.
He met her in a meadow and fell in love with her. She, her glory was much more.
Love then controlled by reason in the 1500s but the rise poetry of Coutry Love became
a highly spiritual desire by the God of Amor.
How love you were. With golden wheat hair and thin fingers and a brilliant mind.
:: 06.15.2022 ::
i slip through dreams
— one foot inside here
another there | wondrous
sights and loving moments
while i dream | i whisper
“tis only a dream.”
Wondering where i am:there
. upon my fears and wishes
and lust and forgiveness.
is where i dream there.
Or maybe here. or both.
I dream. slipping through
life — both feet within
wishes and hopes.
Is where i dream.
:: 06.08.2022 ::
BEING small is not a large master
the fuge of ugly plucks strings
and dower lips with spit sing
My desert of flat thoughts
and dry springs wept while
creating dust devils of love
Never practicing to lose father
nor mother as they died before
I could ever love them
–I smelled a red rose next to
the Middlemist Red. As my own
heart we bled. Sunrises and
–dreamed.
:: 06.08.2022 ::
asking what’s love?
wait a moment…
how love is now
I love you and then…
the truth of breath and body too-hurry-and-wait
face-tilt to feel the softest of loving flesh / ocean life
on my lungs as I grieve its absence
stay now while your heart hums over and over
the dream of sun-filled bloom never fully bloomed
but come each day to touch this eye/
each time it shall move to wishful sleep”
What dreams sweet life soul
that Earth soil so wet-dew that-touching
tears/feelings my council doubt this dream
but release thee budding light this day
such philosophy stab thy heart love now
skip treacle and grail passion fuel thou vessel
tickle-being spur now and truth in heart bleed red
Now and breath push you rhythmical lover ~~
you gave me the reason in this moment of Springtime
Lips asking what’s love? Wait a moment…
Love now.
I love you.
: 05.31.2022 ::
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