BLUE, bleed :believing
be-loving me ~~ dear
who (no, What!) knows
ecstasy in those fields
where i ran reaching you!
no one here dear:
i saw the tree-line dance
and skies skip hours
and the sun, well, she
told me something only
women s ho uld hear!
and soil! Men! Men,
walk with me and
this <it is not for
me clearly to say>
these ?? one.
will come to tell our
own tale ~~ somewhere
i this far future ~~
THE ONE of words!
:: 0 7-0 7 – 2015 ::
i should and did LAUGH
when all the coins of this
spent day frail-ed(and
i have a penny left for you)
upon which first 4 stars
appeared! /in this evening waning-night\
then (where i have no need realizing why)
you became by beauty the declared
and there by no coincidence
a clock-tac-tie tick tock upon my heart
my dear who knows, i fear what goes
beyond the reach of even me
the most cherished moments i know!
:: 07-06-2015 ::
i too said a word
and you blushed:
we too seemed
rushed. I said
no word but held
the hand i saw
next to me,
trembling wishing
to be with me
And i do love
you! Me, the man
who may have seemed
to rush: but only
took this moment
for us. The hungry
bee buzzing in
your heart!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
You! the gimp of life!
Weissmuller to Lex Barker!
i ask forgiveness dearest
reader: time and this sticky
foul space sticks me to noise!
who’d have thought (think?)
no one (opinion) that
thinking has a know
an incredible moment
in humanity: we know!?!
So there: it seems beautiful
to think we KNOW
imprisoned in academia
which I fiercely hate!
Institutions are for
encased brains that feed
upon sincerity — and who
says NATURE IS QUAINT?
SHE devours continents
and NATIONS and ALL
civilizations — mother
is a bitch and you better
come to terms!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
i see in your eyes you want to go so i say
there’s the door so where are you going
tomorrow? i see you don’t even care ; see
your luggage unpacked, you show me
empty eyes and i worry where are
you inside yourself and i feel i feel where
you go i won’t find you; you sleep disarrayed
in our bedroom and i’m feeling smelling
knowing girl: where you go i can’ follow
won’t go there: and when you found out
about her i told you she was no one
And when I saw you seven floors
below I found a doll so broken I could
not fix you and I cried death became you
and now it grabs me too
so life is disarray and i’m feeling —
meaning i am no one so i follow you cause
i’m so sorry : the big mistake we both paid
:: 07-05-2015 ::
I walked the cobblestone
tripped and fell into the sun
and tasted your love
I loved and died there’s a reason
i shouldn’t stay: that love
of misunderstanding: lost a heel
somewhere between love
and a last chance –> won’t keep me
satisfied : misunderstanding
i gave you a last chance but
you can’t keep me satisfied by
the way you treat me: and
all i want is the heel i lost
for height and attention
and confidence –> accentuate
PUMP: STILETTOS, wedges
M E O W: KITTEN HEELS
ANYTHING but your heart!
(oh is he gone? did he go?
no, no, no way!) I keep
love away! And misunderstanding!
All we are is a mistake!
The heel i lost i loved
:: 07-05-2015 ::
IT started with words
i got so high on you
when i know it’s dangerous
and your mouth says
‘love me better than
i love me’
you threw off your shoes
ran through the dancing
fields of gold singing
‘what is life if i love
myself better than you’
it’s when i learned what
a man i am so what should
i do — i’m running to you!
her heart died everynight
waiting for a white horse
with an injured knight
sometimes i think i’ve heard
this before inside a trick
of the mind and i don’t care
cause it started with words
i know what i’m trying to say
it’s an easy top spinning
never going to stop and so
special cause when i’m done
i love you and love myself
better than you
Ouroboros like loving you
Ouroboros like loving me
and we’re fine
:: 07-05-2015 ::
Being of unsound mind
and confound-heart
i knew these words
before they met:
between sunrise and sunset
a mind i once knew left
and then the heart
that, “why must love burn
when sorrow comes today?”
and now we are me and i
nothing but just the soft
fading ember of life!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
JUST when my heart begins
to rest upon a thought
of you;
a rustling wind dances
with trees upon this night
with me;
and the clouds separate
with beams of moon rain
with us;
our hearts take flight
with the evening flock
of flying wishes
to soar across the
best of hills
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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