Tag Archives: #poet

BORN AN OLD AGE

Born of an old age
with much to unlearn
the summers heat,
such cold breeze:
a palace
the walls
A moat that swallows
the glee, screams
and all
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
And be!

:: 08-13-2017 ::

MOUTHS ARE DEEP RIVERS

[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living

As alder blight can strike
The love of youth

The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts

When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die

In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river

We go.

:: 07-28-2017 ::


MORE EVIL THAN GODS

MORE evil
than gods &
loathing smiles
while wringing my
hands — at two-lips
so beveled
god the martini slog
~ so brutal taking life as
it is and miles to go
before I am useless.

:: 06-22-2017 ::


OAK BRANCH

being Born is still new:
UP
./       \ON strong wings after long
Rainy throaty days i grew
while wet-horny drops
+died+ seeping into mother
earth and her musty-moisty
soil; the oak’s branch
reached toward Death
(its bark loud & rough)
. the vision of the exotic
Specter too reached out
toward me and bowed while
shedding crimson tears for
my strange Existence.

:: 03-29-2017 ::


DYING TO BE LIKE YOU

falling in line IMG_9048
i’m falling in line
with them
shaking is all
within you deep
ly so strange how
it seems the wind
screams like you
and so rough
and so tough
it all bleeds
through you
when you fall in
line with them
i’m dying
so swiftly
just to be like you

:: 03-17-17 ::


OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[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.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::


PLASTIC CHOCOLATE CLOUDS

Oh Mary is a little lamb
she bled where she lay
and the dead cried “me!”
On a wondrous sea,
saline sailing,
silently Ho! Pilot,ho!
I never knew plastic
chocolate clouds
could ever taste
this — so good
riddance my lamb
She bleats me badly
a blue-yellow bruise
crushed my heart
and we sang,
“Oh, Mary is a little
bitch and bled where
she lay — they shout,
“Me!”
And the silent Southern
moss-grown streets
like a New Orleans
sweet drinking all of me

:: 11-30-2014 ::


LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT

TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!

Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?

Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!

And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.

:: 03-11-2017 ::


WITH MY SOLITARY LACRIMOSA NIGHTs

i wrote the word, “ax” and felt the deep cut (my
pain is nonexistent except for my tender heart \
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and so i wept purple tears across a tender
pomade
full of black bruises
So i walk the sweating
cobble stones toward
oblivion knowing the next
word, “grief” will do
me in __!
My left foot became limp and as my eyes juggled
perception while the air opened a door to which
i flew within –i did!
who is right
who is wrong
who is strong
who is weak
And, importantly ask i:
WHO ARE YOU? I AM ME!
who are you?
Bruises are valiant awards
across the heart hatred something
else all together!

:: 01-11-2017 :


FUNERAL OF VICTORY

No youth or age hides
from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability.

We cry. A miracle
so difficult! And blew my eyes
saying, ‘Dead is a miracle
feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling
long history//insanity
rolled a beach ball by the
hand of God! i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away
keeps unto the majestic miracles
–Father; we children cry
when we see
The End of Loved Ones
believing YOU: funeral
of victory!

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