AND within the beautiful
where i never knew
within the bountiful
love
i once tasted life
then knew as a screw
tightly bounded by
wood and you
that shaped the thread
of my heart by helix
–not a spiral
and as the first screw
factory — my love,
it was a financial failure!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
i was born together
with you today
feeling like feather
warble-thing YOU
to be here for you
is all i do
to believe loving you
it’ll be all there
when dreams come true
you shall be together
even in silence
a memory of God.
To be loving, you.
you’ll open heart
when my dreams come true
and rather i say be a
moving sea between the
shore of love within
our souls – share bread
but eat not from that
same loaf; to be happy
so joyous but let us
please, please, listen to me
it’s taken so long –longing
for you…but let each of
you be alone give to me
each other’s keeping loving
quivering with the same music
and stand together but not too near
together: I’M Not just the same
so full of love i could burst
upon the eye of heavy tears
:: 09-11-2015 ::
ALLOW me to bend my knee
upon my impediments
that wish i alteration
for this thing called love
which is wish bending remover
to remove:
O no! Do not fool that heart
which experiences floods and
dangerous winds of looks
it is the star to every look
a wandering life too good
to last — obfuscate!
whose worth’s unknown my bee
tasting sweet honey heart
–the ‘all of me’ i say
true stay true for you
where time is not love’s fool
where dreams though through
my mind: rosy lips and cheeks
within my bending knee
bleeding/bending the flittered
wings of angels’s compass come;
where love does not alter time
in brief hours but between
sweet kisses of this love
— of ours!
:: 09-11-2015 ::
THE soul is dying and there’s no Christ
to save you//the roads are littered with
bits and pieces of memories of what was
the gutters are clogged with the spent
Spirits of the living and a dark wind
blows// with a government so corrupt
and we stand listening to the broadcasts
on tv and internet radio to realize we’re all
trapped within the gut of a bizzare machine
and we’re dying together with the falling
sun and overgrown flags and our hopes
i held the hand of my lover wishing saying
“kiss me” to release this dream of a fever
and she took my love one last time
we are the generation of chance
where the dice fall is only by God’s hand
:: 09-11-2015 ::
i am pondering pieces darling
of your BEGINNINGS with steep
steps toward my heart and
love/ I am spanked! AND put
to sleep my head upon /rather
is it between such pillows\
whose flying feathers fell
bursting sky-crystal blues
dream that I should ever
ask I should never know!
nature is pregnant eggs of
wonderment-thought dearly
loved heart: CLEARLY and
in meantime………
let us investigate it
with giggles and kisses
and licks and passion
that is LOVE!
:: 09-10-2015 ::
when i am in love, my lips do
not speak
and this is the Autum-Time
of all my loving
and you are such a sunlight
within color of table-cloths
when-WIND rush in Doubt or To
snare the timid-like
so little warmth i have
felt — feel me glowing and i
sat with you watching the sun
grow so low As the November
evening mauls a New Curve of
love where lovers kiss and
pant
(i kissed flesh like a boy
toy-balloon heart lifting
the highest portion of this soul)
as the ancient words of mouthLife
obscurely twitch through With breathing
as(honestly loving)Lips of a deep
lap THE enormous mindless passion
dreaming within wakefulness i
say: “What her mouth thinks of
(as if it were her engine-
then i am a piston fired)me
she shows in summers as the
keeper of those eyes i feel, love
through all of time yeah yeah
:: 09-10-2015 ::
My deartest
I should never
express I am
empty compared
to your heaven
that I am which
by nature expressed
this then is the incomparable
love. A flower whose name
the angels sing,
“Destiny” love So sweetly
gentle heart come toward
the love given by the Hand
of Our Eternal One
Oh! Love! I await for you
in all my tenderest patience
you, the Perfect One!
:: 09-06-2015 ::
I walk the
Imperial Garden
of Abstract THOUGHTS
which is east of
perfumed noise
and yes, i think
i think of you always,
–why this brave
heart has forever been
separated from yours
that since you flew
the feelings for bluesky
and kissing fate: that
stranger we all know
that i have perhaps jealously
when,how?always(the secret
of my shadow sees)knowing
the marching drumming thrumping
heart within me loves you
//-//
To have had a broken heart
is a righteous moment of
appeasement that you
accept love in all forms
To have broken a heart
is a deeper debt of one’s
soul difficult to repay
:: 09-04-2015 ::
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