Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!
A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!
:: 12-15-2017 ::
Tag Archives: #love
SIGHING MANNEQUIN
AIMER, C’EST MOURIR (to love is to die)
My dear in pink
I love your color
I go, you speak.
My love never say
la belle damsel
regrets.
So soft, agreed
So nice we know
your words are so
inside of me —
la belle damsel
regrets.
I see your eyes
I feel your thighs
It’s a deep vanity
we’re lost for words
this account for love
So long a time
a space to say:
“Ever you speak
then to cry we laugh
we know in time we kiss
again, so to speak
To know a space so well
What it was and is
and came to be;
and willed to be
so i listen, you speak
la belle damsel
regrets.
:: 12-14-2017 ::
:: Rev: 02-24-2018 ::
BERCEUSE OF LOVE
Close your eyes my love.
Hush and i’ll catch all
of your tears while you
dream.
Summer comes, so soon
with the warmth of union
and now rest in peace,
so sleep.
My dear, say how much you
feel; so tired — everyday
giving life so others
rest within peace.
Everything will be alright
when you rest in peace;
so sleep — and if there’s
one thing i’ve shown you
… give love to us,
give love to us.
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown all;
That all my love, within
my arms so tight.
So too, I drift off
into your world, that
you give love also to
us — that you give love
to us.
Let’s give love to us.
So hush, my love.
Sleep so tight tonight.
:: 12-14-2017 ::
SHOW YOURSELF
i see your tears
hidden by years
of hiding yourself.
So sad, so lonely
So hard to have courage
within this world.
But i see your feelings
See me, see us, beautiful
like a rainbow.
Show me your smile
to see you laughing
makes them crazy.
Show yourself
Show yourself
Show yourself
So never be discouraged
So hard to be yourself
within this world.
And I see your love
And I see your strength
And that is why I love you!
So never be afraid
Never to be afraid
being afraid is dying.
:: 12-10-2017 ::
TRUE LOVE
MY DEAR!
this night is young
but i am ancient
in both flesh and
mind!
As fields older
than the dirt!
As winds slower
than God’s breath!
Oh! Thank you my love!
for your kisses!
And your tears too.
See? The flowers
have stronger stems now!
My oldest song!
My only true love.
We two are the oldest
;by life and love!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
WE DREAM SO BIG
A young young man
a soul so old
a heart full of gold
a mind full of worry
a spirit like fire
My my oh my!
Stepping tripping over words
formulating ghosts from the
world — like all society!
Today is conception aborted
like unpainted canvases
unwritten novels
half spoken truths
Just going from failure to failure
without losing yourself
like the life journey; taking
the first step of a thousand miles
A conversation (catch the myth,
catch the drift, catch the mystery)
And all is a dream so big and we
all dare to fail!
Today’s soul is so high on tech
what you think
what you speak so loud most
cannot hear!
The young one
with a soul so old!
a heart full of hope
A mind full of worry
a spirit like fire!
My my, oh my!
:: 12-08-2017 ::
LETTER TO THE WORLD
TO everyone who has given all ~~
AND to all that have given everything;
Blessed you are and Soul.
That we all are born poor and that
Many die the same; to those who
Have learned, monetary wealth is
That great illusion!
To all who have figured — and
Shapes are words with cutting
Edges but speaking from the heart
Is softness; I say well done.
Bravo!
IF poetry is your weakness then
Love is your weapon; not to harm
But to oppress the evil that is
Abound within this realm of
Meager existence!
:: 12-04-2017 ::
TICK AND TALK
KNEW you as a little child
like me you were so small
watch the clock tick and
talk my little child
So inside me
So inside you
We burn
Love like wind when
the seasons go when
the air blows
Once innocent then grown
Once loved then discarded
So inside me as within you
we burn
Everyone is a killer
Everyone is dying
Everyone kills themselves
Saw you smile / withered now
oh we burn we burn like the
lost seasons of dreams
Adults as dead children
Adults living a lie
Adults lost within life
:: 12-04-2017 ::
AND WHAT IS LOVE
AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.
WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.
And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.
Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!
:: 1o2-03-2017 ::
FEAR AND TYRANNY
MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone as Love and Spirit have \defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping holethat can only be filled by Light and Soul.
Gripping my throat / gripping my soul / gripping all life;
Is my fear\is my fear\is all my undying fear
AND my lover, the other; a woman who stole my heart — i gave her all
that of good & bad; and my heart — always one too!
Don’t you breath upon me my fear!
don’t you tread upon me evil one!
If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie this fact:
that many hearts are darkly lit
but never within my own heart!
:: 12-01-2017 ::
Rev: 02.24.2020
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