WHEN i met you by the ‘Never Possible’ my feet were flames of sun by the meadow Moonbeams dancing upon my lonely tongue Saw a maple leaf fall twisting twirling propeller-swirls all within expecting hearts.
Incredible spectacle devouring my hungry mouth: this speed called love is above medical. When a leaf does not say what i mean i become a single filed formation escaping — running for my life from my heart.
Never possible calling me / i had your smiles within my pockets and found holes where my pennies fall upon the sidewalk____
(You better make this call)
that’s where your pennies are when a leaf does not say what i mean i become a filed formation escaping from my heart
a speed called love above medical.
:: 11.23.2020 ::
\W H I L E we fall deeply into Life as towers
with hope of love and sugar emotions
angels behind following our trail of spirit
you and me belong to us at the height of
golden days underneath silver rain and timeless
— extensive nights and days of suddenly heard.
look and we see –> a great dampness
of soft silky memories while time burns our
skin and memories.
A serenade of Life.
:: 09.19.2020 ::
A connotation of love
— and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night
i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness
wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, ‘did
you once love someone?
as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought
of you too.
:: 09.07.2020 ::
AND like poured water the love spreads a peaceful river across these wooden
floors aspired; dying or sleeping it reaches a lake alike my own
dreaming wishes! Sore, purple-lit shores oh burning sand!
And tearful horizons cutting light — appears an apparition of love!
Should i, after mourning and tears, conjure strength from God’s love?
Such strength is in nature and my heart but so too a refraining
strength of force in such crisis! I am no saint and church prayers
in summer burst-colors all sins turned purple butterflies away!
And soon! as I have seen so you the coachman beacons at cool night
a lonely soul comes away from love!
And what saddle-ridden journey has such a soul forsaken
to get across now, Unto eternal life?
:: 12-18-2014 ::
::rev: 08132020 ::
EVERY night of every day i take my love to bed
yea; Leave my heart upon the
dinner plate for the cold
, oh ;
at night its must worse
oh how these lonely tears
fall away screaming
all within silence
So I ask God, “what do i do?”
and listen to the song of
a bird dying each note
all within the long-time
backyard inside my head___
so i’m coming Home now: no need to leave
my heart upon the alter of pain & sorrow.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
IT rained ruinously down the streets went the
raging day’s temperament
The dog’s barking and snapping at the droplets
of regretful tears that grew into monstrously
A hailed cab stood no chance and a failed
businessman took his clothes off and dove
headfirst into the gutter of despair
The young mother with her stroller hoisted
her sails and allowed squally wind to
pacify the cute cuddly cherub
\no other thing existed. The world
was all empty pending the eleven o’clock
Unpredictable — as is nature.
:: 09-29-2018 ::
pain pain pain
pain pain pain
IF there’s nothing
you can do that
cannot be undone
AND nothing said
to be unsaid
then it’s done.
My mouth twisted
of it’s colour
AND if nothing to
be sang so undone.
We’re dealing in time
and minds in love
is what we all need
All we walk into steps
of cobbler’s awals
singing love love
IF there’s something
that’s never shown
all known never known
it’s love we all know
and (all together now)
it’s all we need.
forgotten we all crumble
apart and brittle back
:: 01-23-2018 ::
Born of an old age
with much to unlearn
the summers heat,
such cold breeze:
A moat that swallows
the glee, screams
And into that ire
upon a flava low
Burning memories go
I know I know now
what youth means;
the long gestation
until we’re born
:: 08-13-2017 ::
[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.
and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
saw the dark claws
of rough black earth
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
This I saw while
This I know as
each small day
i die //
:: 08-07-2016 ::