THE day began
as a fire
burning it did
the line’s horizon
What grand power
to hush the dark
in tender hour…
Such a fire
burns within
— a daily dose
to chase away
such darkness
for repose!
:: 01-25-2014 ::
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SUCH FIRE
SOLILOQUY SPEAKS FOR ME
TONIGHT I’m so dry
but so heart-sweaty
And I can feel you
prancing all around me
So I saved my life today
when – of you I stopped
thinking yea, almost drowned
within my lust all for you
But I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
For months I drank your blood
we can’t always do that we want
at least that’s what everyone says
but I won you in a game of chance
and your braid rests upon my heart
And I’m still hungry for you
no matter what I do
I still hunger for you
So soliloquy speaks for me
upon my stage I break the rule
no matter what they think
and they think what they want!
I’m still hungry for you
Yea, no matter what I do
I’m still hungry for you
::01/02/2014::
WHAT OF AQUARIUS?
WHAT events shall be given
with processional change
Such is the constellation
that expansive and grand
— dance of stars
Leo brought Sphinx
Pisces grew Christianity
— a fellowship of One
What of Aquarius
— vast waters
to reshape humanity
::12-26-2013::
IMPERIAL GARDEN OF ABSTRACT THOUGHT
[AS a wish just to me
I choose to speak —
in abstract poem
so here I say
to you the brave…]
MOSTLY shiver in my veins
beneath coiled rivers
in steel-stained vanes
how could she ever know
broken records shattered
polyvinyl grooves within my soul
beat the skip in troves of love
catch the dove within it’s peace
twist the neck of lover’s pain
and whisper neatly blood-red stains
[My apologies if I gave confused
— in return I have to go
that Imperial garden
of abstract thought
so I leave — shattered soul]
:():
MYSTIC WOMAN
HEY MYSTIC woman
what spell you casting now
Caught your third eye
last night in a deep dream
I was floating on a cloud
watching the wheels turn round
You gonna spread your charm
across the horizon like atomics
I just want to catch your charm
and wear it on my neck chain —
burn a hole thru my heart
and into that deep thriving soul
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