Tag Archives: #love

WEARING YOUR FACE

Someone said I wore your face only you could still like that when i closed my eyes  /the last song died and the yearning remains.\

Saying i love you much as the storm comes what color of your eyes cling to your face. i took us to the sea so you could look at me while within arms like a group of living and dead old ladies who wish to dance with me.

How he made a grave  within the street upon the road to nowhere this body, this corpse a mirror of my beauty of loveliness in the world — how you look inside the mirror more beautiful than ever.

Inside this golden unwashed grave the very teeth inside your mouth could not know how to lie.  Hover inside galley nights of sliding seasons of an immense yawn grabbing aspirating  horror.

Then we walked across the ‘again’ and every little pebble stumbled, every little thought.  Every little secret upon your lips and a drop of tears living life as there’s a God watching how we fumble along the way.

Like a hole.
Inside hell.

:: 03.20.2022 ::


T H E B U G D R E A M

deeplying falling kissing wishing
hoping loving hugging believing
how a butterfly was a bug
inside a bag of tender skin

like me

lasting, blasting, feeling, crying
destroying, allowing oneself

to die____like you like me

We are all inside a room called life
dying climbing tearing the walls
wishing we could escape

no such thing

Our creatures say there’s more outside
but no one has seen the after-life

so like a bug inside a bag of tender skin
we dream we can become the butterfly
we love:

to fly away.

:: 03.18.2022 ::


HOW I LOVE YOU

MEMORIES MELT into nights
as flowing rivers of hearts
where we met

Bees buzz singing
‘she loves you’
and flowers wilt
as dry tongues

Some leave others arrive,
to a country of hearts
breaking states  —
 how nature adores all

Be mine be wondrous as skies
above as below such feelings
how you never loved me i should
hate you but never could

 how nature adores you

Memories melt into nights
flowing knowing some things
could never come true so i
sing how beez buzz singing

‘how i love you’
within strings big as drawing
pins writing songs where voices
stick inside the intractable mind.

::  03.18.2022 ::


ENTHUSAISTIC LOOKING RELIGOUS PEOPLE

[the Egyptians are extremely interesting to us today
for various reasons. How science today wishes to
understand the secret ingredients where that the Egyptians
used when they wrapped up dead people so that their faces
would not rot for innumerable centuries.]

LIKE SILVER BIRDS before the wind
enthusiastic looking religious people who sit in sky seats.

The germs breaking out of mankind with lumps of famous bronze.

They will clear up your guts.

Say, ‘shh.’ The corduroy forest is luscious and black smoke
of the lamp. Dots of red ants are upon the Letter we Opened.

They build trampolines in the dish but we have forgotten.
To not be able to shake the wrinkles off of time and memories.

How they watch and laugh!
Look, there is something we all want.

It has steps.

Here is the key:

“Shh.”

The stoat jumps out of the fur and runs away to catch the scent.

Shh. — only for a moment then from behind the awful gilt wings of a magnificent
palace of life shall be painted on the blackened door. And when it is done it will
be our palace of course. Bluebells, bluebells, bluebells of hundreds–like far-off suns–
hand strayed from that beaten path.

:: 03.18.2022 ::


‘S SOIL MIXED IN TEARS AND STARS

I darted madly into the rain and hail
that fell in little clouds which
felt as tears from the torrents
of dying souls from this storm:

Leaping out from the storm
I found my children:
one upon a wet pillow
another within the bough.

I began my direction
above the beach,
down across the fields
I darted through the rain
all I wanted was a daughter
my gripping hands lost
to be my sweet self.

But, when she came
I had to make more
than a ditch
even I was a little older
and wiser
like a mother
in the shadow of my childhood
not so young anymore

:: 03.18.2022 ::

I lay in my bed
when they came
for to me.

Whispering not a word
with gleaming eyes
as silver came
to me and those others
those come from the stars
they turned my heart and home
into a zoo

like a slaughter house
of freaks.

:: 03.18.2022 ::


CATCHER IN THE RYE

B U T T E R F L Y catch the catcher in the rye
my oh my how feelings eat my heart and would
you believe if i said nature loves a whore
of course we could have dinner and squabble over words.

Now is not the time and time is never now.

A lost conception of mind & it really socks me here
there inside my aching heart.

And if you’ve fought yourself who made up with you now
just the moan deep inside the empty now:

such is superficiality in society &
how we bleed red and deep purple
lips wishing we had never breathed
air.

As are these feelings eating my heart
and you’d never believe nature is
a queen of unforgiven gifts as life.

A Catcher in the Rye.

:: 03.18.2022 ::


NIGHTMARE IN MARIUPOL

THE bombs rang and rang
out with light
into the night
while long nursey nights
as laid i within bed
that darkest hour
of gigantic, formless
queerest moments
a hideous nightmare
a form of father
and mother came
to me dead :
as of night

run oh run for life!
said in almost mock despair.

I leaped and ran i ran
pulled my brother from his bed
and into the night we went.

As earth moved. As skies
shook, as stars twirled
i hide baby brother’s eyes
from that horror.

We went.

Into the wet, cold dark night.

:: 03.17.2022 ::


HARVEST CITY

WITHIN the grazing wheat fields came a tittle toddle foot
stepping softly across fallen grass of untiled fields.

Mister Harvey Mouse was in great fear!

Having spent hours across the way near a river thus lost a
child called “Evie.”

Looking and seeking he went while mother mouse sat home
weeping away moments in despair!

As the bright full moon lit a sky all within a place
called Harvest City wept this plight:

Said the moon: “Nothing I’ve seen is in despair!”

Said the wind: “What was this little thing you lost?
A mere nugget of loving here?”

Said Earth: “We can confirm she went this way
upon the stairs without a fare.”

Miss Piglet squealed: “I saw her! She when upward
upon the stares of stairs!”

K-Bear reported: “She is in the lair the lair of
the giants who walk over there!”

The Spirit of Her Soul spoke: “We only need
the help when asked! Unless I lose
the footing of a small foot then help!”

The house was silent. The cats meowed. The
pool stood still. All things unraveled
as her head bounced and bounced down forgetting
precious thoughts.

Lost! Lost! What was is now the great wishes
of once was her. For a hope for a lost belief
all is good.

:: 03.17.2022 ::


PURPLE TISSUE

HELLO. i am one whose ached bones
laid in the gutter with tears flowing
down toward knees — we all bleed.

Then as wild wind life came back
into me. Picking up from the spot
where you have died is hard. So hard
but the chorus of angels sing:

‘somebody help this poor fellow
who thinks he can write!’
The angels sing, “fool!”

You see i’ve no rhythm and lose
the beat but keep in time with
thoughts of this heart — everyday
life day or night
never brought home royal life |
someone says, ‘a fool’

every moment is a word to write down
someone everyone anything speaks to me
after hour after moment in soul
in spirit in a minute i seek kisses
guess they won’t fool — kissing mirror
a spirit-tool____ i don’t know

yeah yeah yeah a rock, a cloud or smile

how love drips upon the canvas of life
that moment lasts as precious love a life time

So see: i keep moving onward
breaking out from this prison cell i found myself
free shining for tomorrow so awaken tomorrow
church steeple with lost people
office workers weeping
politicians hurting to be
brave to free all people.

and i pick through these aching bones laid within
the soul of my gutter with tears flowing down
hear oh here i am alone — the one
once more i open a door through fear believing
this heart shall go on.

:: 03.16.2022 ::


NATURE LOVE

BUTTERFLY:

swing your wings a slanted figure eight
make a lover of you outta me

move a mountain
move the air
move my heart
into a life

A perfect shape of my heart
butterfly organ make me cry
how you move never shadows
only pure light

Let’s do it
Let’s do it
under the shade
of a weeping willow

Nature have a fit upon the wings
of never-quit let’s shoot the shit
and make a human more equipped
to see the nature that keeps us fit

so flap your wings slanted figure eight
the lover of nature is One with All of us
and all of you.

Sweet nectar butterfly.

:: 03.16.2022 ::