SUCH a surprise
that time brings
a larger span
of knowing
by existing
and living
That life at youth
— bitter sweet
but upon the bed
of death
— sweetly bitter
:: 01-29-2014 ::
SUCH a surprise
that time brings
a larger span
of knowing
by existing
and living
That life at youth
— bitter sweet
but upon the bed
of death
— sweetly bitter
:: 01-29-2014 ::
I AM so I was
there I be
between the has
a step ahead
fire-time burn
Not to rest
yet to be
I surge upon
the emerald seas
A point in time
butterfly touch
flitter-be
convey emotion
will-power sees
weakness in fabric
time-winds tight
spinning busy
with-my cocoon-be
::01-15-2014::
THE need to break free
from dogma and religion
politics and pseudo civility
leads me to believe
dreaming is a product
and living is the dream
I hope some day to break free
from objects — possessions
to imagine all the people
sharing all the world
where we live as one
Brother and sister
and the animals
and creatures of the sea
some day I hope this
— that you will join me
::01-15-2014::
WE say sorry some days
and sometimes not
I cry rivers on stormy days
But my ancient love
Lasts out weather-love
So surprised my love
When the mason man comes
bricks lay upon bricks
a wall between you and me
protects me from crazy love
My ancient love is strong
amazed so surprised love
but the time flows between
your heart and my survival
so kiss is love and tomorrow’s
::01-15-2014::
TIME kissed me today
A forked tongue
she bit my soul
into a purple rose
My bee-buzzed
her clover-lip
blood of honey
spice of life…
My skin burned
— love-fire consumes
devouring pleasure
in a snap-tongue
Digging deep
into such pleasure
my life licks
plump lips
between thigh-hips
::01-08-2014::
I CAN only live as what I am
even if it hurts you
So sad I am to know
if tears fall upon your face
I will taste them each day
and love life if only for you
I can only live in truth
and my faith believes in me
If it loves me it loves you
I live each day as my last
and I wish the same for you
living each day as my last day
And I hope some day
you willl join me
::01-07-2014::
I PLUNDERED
the passion of youth
and have spent
the treasure of life
upon a whim
all this and more
in denial of mortality
— yes in youth
and now faced with mortality
— the fire of burning time
I laugh at the folly
of this system
to fear an end
is to deny
a new beginning!
::01-07-2014::
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