Being of unsound mind
and confound-heart
i knew these words
before they met:
between sunrise and sunset
a mind i once knew left
and then the heart
that, “why must love burn
when sorrow comes today?”
and now we are me and i
nothing but just the soft
fading ember of life!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
little be my Soul
what thoughts
do bring joy
a misfit my heart
that tripping
-forgiving debt
of my strange life!
To swear i saw
the cosmos
within your eyes
this i keep
to myself!
the little-Be Soul
of my tragic heart
and Poets Know;
Life is but an Art!
:: 02-10-2015 ::
I dreamed disgusting me
and see my hands so red
leaving pain and hurt
the dream i hated became
what I ever was
just a child confused
and i wished when i pulled
apart the wings of butterflies
i could be a wingless one too
so i am and never flew
like my butterflies we walk
oh yes, it burns butterwalk
each step from flight
oh, burn, burn! I could
never say what I mean
and express in my words
what a little boy feels
when life was crushed
from his heart so I smile
seems the wings died
when I walked out the door
another person into the world
And I forgive the shadow
who kisses me instead of love
I saw a spark inside my heart
it separates life from death
and butterwalk between both
:: 12-05-2014 ::
I loved it when alive
and now so cold.
I crave it more,
to be contented
just like me;
if just a breath
it speaks i should
love it like
when it lived.
Until the grave
it buried lay,
in it’s dreams,
and all my tears
i have the key
to unlock the life
that lives in me.
It lives within
a drop of tear.
If I may have it
when it’s dead,
I crave it more
if it speaks.
I should love it
like when it lived.
:: 11-11-2014 ::
UNDER the silver-eyed moon
where it always hangs
it spoke by way of Monday
i saw upon the horizontal
fence the eyes of a cat
too, its eyes spoke
and three eyes now
upon my soul, counting me
— five in all
Soon the clouds had shut
the moon, meowed the cat
and skipped away
leaving me with two
i could watch Rome
with five but two —
too few for my to-night
But the cat exquisitely ran!
But not so elegantly the moon!
And me, two eyes two feet
two glazed, too stiff
where i always hang
:: 11-11-2014 ::
the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?
i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!
while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls
i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
THAT broken hearts
wear a s oul,
and faith like
long-necked geese
i wished to be
the swan upon
your pond
where solemn eyes
speak no word
and life-like
silverKey unlocks
my mind
—it’s a spilled moonbean —
upon a silver lake
and my webbed feet
of that floating mouth
gliding silently
upon my life
:: 11-07-2014 ::
she took me inside
her thought
i ate the darkness//
my heart shared a milk-
shake tart-kissed
the stomach scar where
my life died inside
the umbilical cord
word of her
SpringWomb kiss
i sit and wish
i could express
the bliss of you
my voice-slit
so the snake
could slither
into your
darklit heart
From womb
to tomb
i surrender
my life
your hand
rocks the crib
of my youth
from bloom
to hedonistic
doom i love you
forever jasmine
my botanical
toothed love
my forNever
Springwomb Kiss
:: 10-11-2014 ::
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
FIRE that burning ICE
axe-plosion burst stream
at first
a whisper dove
elegantly comes to me
DEVIL flames
kiSsing soul
thunderous passion burning
A high sky ceiling tracing
my dove-love angelic rope
Weakened hands
i clasp
the golden reed
of Nile
tossing waters moving
soul-vessel
ancient reed
lonely the soul drifting
between bodies of heaven
and that of hell
and Earth
What Kings see, humans know
what angels adore
the devil
— loves
but my dove
SOARS so high above all
pure light eagle eyes
a hush from Creation
soon — the grand scene!
:: 04-17-2014 ::
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