Tag Archives: #love

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


SO NOW I AM DAZED

You walked so congratulations
all across the opinions of
everyone you knew– so you won
Keep your Soul — hmm,
hmm, hmm, so it seems
you are so scared to live
instead, you use your words
hmm, hmm, hmm, your opinions
And now you break all those
hearts who believed in you
–today (within my heart
& head) the sun is bright
so I ate it and now I’m dazed
— so yeah hey! yeah! hey!
I was so lonely until I blamed
my head for all the faults of
my hurt for my lonely heart
so yeah! yeah!
So now I’m cured by the love
of living inside my loneliness
and I’m just fine –can’t wait
to meet love there.

:: 11-27-2017 ::


YOUR SKIN CLOSET

SO you hide yourself
within your skin closet
and it makes you happy
making happy faces outside
but you’re so sad within
breathing your lungs you
come back so come back
And if you breathe through
holes makes it so happy;
the monster who controls
the heart within your Soul
Now if you care about yourself
you will make yourself happy
You really drowned yourself
You really drowned your Soul
Now if you care for self
you will kick the holes
that the monster keeps you
from (and me) from our
happiness — you really,
you really can’t though!
You really knock the
You really knock the life
And kick yourself so you
so you knock us and kiss
the monster who controls
who controls the heart
the heart I always have
loved ~~ always so hide
yourself within your skin
closet and make it happy
making happy faces outside.
:: 11-27-2017 ::

EAT THE SUN

i see the tower of impeccable love
mystics have played there before
and my bleeding heart too,
by the creek of golden waters
And my soul soaking love
my love by the sun: our hearts
eating light.

I have seen the history
of enchantment so many years ago
the numbers too large; too large
but not by love or the sun.
Too — like when hope is torn apart
and all that is realized is by
the sun we eat in part.

One by one so together; two
by different parts and legends
for good sake: we are loved
by the Sun!

Spirit! above flesh! The forgiveness
by goodness’ sake! Love is forever
and kindness for human’s-sake |

Let kindness be the wise visitor
Allow wisdom into your heart;
to be so secured is all the wisdom.
All of the good and to believe in
the good of man.

All of the good within this universe.

 

:: 11-22-2017 ::

 


WE ARE THE LEADERS OF LOVE

my stake (you) my dreams thick
takes our oxygen away
like the edge of all things
further away than reality
begins the reel-to-reel
pasted light upon the wall
too sweet and horrifying
(this hope) afraid I’m never
going to awake from this
dream of delirious thoughts
–>so forget about me.
The dear caught in barbed-wire
we never knew how far and fast
superman could fly, but digress,
bones and flesh are the curses
of spirits trapped in human form.
So come let’s go back to school
and become leaders of the most
indescribable thing we call reality.
:: 11-14-2017 ::

I AM FORGIVING

I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.

To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.

Living is dying and we do so slowly.

But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?

My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.

And I love everyone.

:: 11-14-2017 ::