Tag Archives: #poem

YOUR SCENT

the scent
of your
nectar
intoxicates me
And big indiscreet
kisses made my dry
thoughts turn wet
-as time ticks
the color of
Mind a wild ray
of ideas flooded
my Soul -the point
of delirium___|

:: 07.31.2020 ::


THIS POET WROTE:

THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::


A NASTY SWEET BEAUTIFUL PLUSH LOVE


o f c o l o r fulSOUNDS that died when this novel began as the stars are falling i wonder why have i been waiting so long to be here — where i once said, “where i am going?” All within your sunshine i found the light shining through; the barking trees and dogs crying; this seasonal salad between your thighs /within the sunshineLOVE\ i climbed up to tie all eyes to not feel shame giving angels such surprise –> that i am with you and my editor cried:
” you have been waiting so long;to be where you have been going –within the nectar-sauce of LOVE “
so i finished beating my glyph-heartstaying within you now until the Caesarof LAW has waited this long — to belike-ever your seas could dry upwhere ALL WISH GO;/jk324323423\ within the target of PASSION.
:: 07.13.2020 ::


BENEATH THIS SILENCE

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 ::


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 ::


Cutting Edge


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 ::