Beneath this silence is hope
that you should never leave me
And love loves to love
but hope is that you remain here
that my weirdness is a little
me — and yours is as mine
is love; a quivering happiness!
:: 12-21-2018 ::
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BENEATH THIS SILENCE
TODAY’S GONE
Standing on the corner
of a street called life
i can see the freeway
and all my dreams
they’re rushing high
they’re rushing by
And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men’s twisted minds
so today i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven’s heavy
lead with a knotted rope
And heaven’s lost my heart
— today’s gone heaven’s lost
my heart and mind
today’s gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life
:: 09-15-2018 ::
BooK FARMS
i’m not g a y but y o u. ARE beautiful
&. y e l l o w s walk by
on two pink sticks ______hunched black
cowboy hats shoot
#Shooting Stars#
AND booked worms abused by Mr. Jones
of Manor Farm are bet’er than
book
______
managers
in brick and mortar.
:: 07- 14-2018 ::
BENEATH PEACH-RED SKIES
The town buried her beneath peach-red skies: less than several days ago.
All the while in the distance, gravel-filled caws in the distance measured a
thickness of time; the casket lid, rained with tears, sank beneath Earth’s longest wave.
Everyone had dirt under their nails and a heavy weight of guilt. Then,
at night on the 1st of May she returned to town on an errand so vital
that she had come unannounced and entered
into the cafe where she last had cried– while holding the hand of her lover,
she sat down at the chair with red eyes and again watched her fiancé bleed
from a wound within his head; his blue sapphire eyes melting as their dying hearts.
THE gunman was wrestled to the ground
on top of a love poem she
had penned to her fiancé . In part it read:
“The town buried her beneath peach-red skies…”
:: 04-25-2018 ::
P O E T RY – okay?
Only W H EN i am Spiritually
inclined. BUT so many whispered
WORDS OF WISDOM have been revealed by
your hand; “But here i am, with my tears
of joy and arms and heart and even brain/
MIND; me, please. Look at me — just look,
(Said your heart), But i cannot wake up
to the sounds of weeping from the churchyard
or miles into the City so sleep pretty
love and don’t cry //and when your chest
releases heaves i sing all lullabies
all within your tender ear // make
My Sunnyside up and let’s start Over/
Inside a new paradigm, ugh.
:: 12-27-2016 ::
THE Will-Be WAS
will-be was
always driving
the nail
into the wood
crashing light into
the void
less voice
you’ve always got
to do what they say
And no one’s going
to give it away
they’re always making
it hard for everyone
even today breaking it
will-be was
always striving
when your head’s
within the ground
always making it
and they’re taking it
so no need to keep on
faking it
They’re going to take it
They’re going to break it
Even when you’re dead
Even when you’re gone
So no need to fake it
As it’s always
it’s always
the will-be was
:: 02-11-2018 ::
A LATE NIGHT FEELING
Yes, my love you do realize
I have not touched your soft
skin yet but I have touched
your softer soul? And how
should I lift my Spirit toward
the great distance between us
two? That is a feeling of great
pain but I would gladly share
it with this darkness and all
lost things to hold your hands,
my dear.
But then again, apart we are
but together within heart and Soul:
what touches you touches me.
And if I sing a sad song you sing
a happy one — and if you drop
your precious tears I catch them
within my lips and save them
for your moments of joy.
And what universal player is
this thing we call love?
O sweet song!
:: 12-30-2017 ::
FEAR AND TYRANNY
MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone
Love and Spirit have defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping hole
that 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;
the woman who stole my
heart — i gave her all
my bad and good; and my
heart always to this one too!
Don’t you breath upon me
my fear!
don’t you tread upon me
the evil one!
If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie these
facts: that most hearts are black
but never within my deepest dreams!
:: 12-01-2017 ::
Dream the Quantum Dream
I dream the quantum dream
in another place
Like world events somewhere
are no concern reflected
I feel connected at times
by tears as like bullets
And Jesus come save me
My tears are steam
My heart a scream.
It’s all a dream
It’s all myself
a photographic
dysmorphic laceration
and so I scream.
Born on a way-Station
light-years from you
and blown way down
into your world —
I scream. I scream.
Gentilia your satisfaction
and I’m a vessel for infection
never disregarding intellect
so I scream disregard affection.
And the year is Rooster
and I should know
so now I go — simplicity
is a reason for necessity.
and I scream this is our world.
:: 10-01-2017 ::
