i see WHAT could not be
i feel WHAT i thought
i could never think
i believe what thoughts
i could never feel!
all because of you
my dearest miracle!
to be is that what loves
to love is what grows
to be more than me
to know life is more
to finally meet life!
all because of you
my dearest love!
i/you — we!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
WHEN mountains move
and sun dances
and rivers sing —
a melancholic
elegance my dreamy
charm;
the female sensitivity
that feather brush
upon my heart as
an angel’s wing!
your genius is within
your heart!
:: 07-21-2015 ::
The waves are misty clapping
seas, lovvv–i—,ng some——
thing inside a roar |beating heart/
| Gogh once painted it
but decided on fields with
flowers and twirl-swirling
stars
enough to make me cry
:: 07-19-2015 ::
AND if tears (they are from me)
drop in descending
decay as time tick-tocking wishes –a
burning life cheated by fire called,
“I wish to be more this time”
what of “me?” and
my role models are
Mountains and vast Seas! and nothing by
flesh!
the dirt smells like the mother who
born me: all her musty loving scent
especially when after rains so wet and
borning other “others”
the fields are green
Today i am the ‘no one’ and yester-
day more and tomorrow?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
THERE, the hunger! When (sometimes i
never wish them) TH0UGHTS are born
i open my mouth to DEVOUR THE WORLD
in all it’s strange tastes || the how
is less strange as why –> ghosts like
me! I am the rare paranormal flesh
that sees and feels since I once read
the Book of Knowledge (elseWhere) and it
burned my brain and soul in the Akashic
Library — the garden is beautiful and the air
has music within it’s space and light is living
and souls sprout up from the ground like children
grinning for a kiss!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
DID anyEVER hear patter-
pitter dripping tears
upon the vast roads
of New York City?
And roofs have steeples
as flowers petals
and beggars dreams
as pennies pockets
to sleep within
to taste a Dream
sometimes bitter
to eat a wish
so much sweeter!
And when those dripping
tears splat upon the
path of many-go-doers
it makes me the happy
didWHO someEVER seeBE
the heart who stops
to love it all?
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IS then, that love
by gorgeous heart
begin when furnace
burns as stars
if then, that smile
by largest mouth
turns the tide of
all seaside towns
(their homes lit
to reflect light
upon the undulating
wishes of some Soul)
waves! Sound is salty
within my mouth dear;
but a tongue speaks
fresh-watered kisses
and jelly-fish are
hard upon the shores
speaking of how they
once danced in liquid
–love? Yes my dear
yours are soft and
still swimming upon
this embrace between
beating hearts! The
ocean sings tonight!
:: 07-18-2015 ::
IF i should fall(ingly) stumble
and reach my face against life
let me kiss that spot which
met my lips and refrain from
screaming: the pain, oh! the
pain of stumbling through life!
:: 07-16-2015 ::
TO have seen the path beyond the veil, apprehensively
somewhere I have walked, the promise within those eyes
of you and their silence: the strongest-frail wish
by pursed lips of gesture are things that invite me,
but as perfect as a star too far to have ever touched
and intellect and that beauty and richest soul tells me
you can easily unclose me like the sun to a rose whose
petals are saved by a grand presence of golden light
that if, by chance, my heart has not already made flight
toward the sun in all my delirious wishful needs!
but if (which is a big sounding word “IF”) we choose
to be together like space and time which if i were
that rose would beautifully invite entwined meaning
:to include love — which glues all the scattering
unimaginable pieces of all things into one
i would wish and might and say and sing:
“Marigold! Marigold! What richest color that touches
me and my soul!”
:: 07-16-2015 ::
sun
is a kiss
and Soul
a wish
whose lips are fire)
lay before life
dreams so fragile
to the ground
and music:
poetry comes alive!
screaming tired winds of doves
so brightly against fearful life
when death comes
it is a friend!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
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