i went to sleep in a bed of roses
in 1563 whilst William Byrd appointed
organist at the Cathedral —
and awoke in a dream —
in 1963 did i and took a stroll
in infant dreams, amazed was i
those colors brilliant and cold i wept
and wish i did to escape
back into that forest
where i slept — in that bed
of fragrant roses which I slept
and now a soul captured — me
a sentence i endure until that end
:: 03-24-2014 ::
A bent leg
one in the puddle
that grey sky
but not my heart
a red rose
that fragrance – hope
and these words
falling sprites
upon your tender soul —
what voice do you heart,
heaven or mortal man before
that prostate himself unto you
spirit or flesh or both
what take you — love and life?
or a memory upon your trails
that message I await upon lips
:: 03-23-2014 ::
Does tragedy desire love
this I think
and know
a loss of one in life
that the flesh
lives
but the love
die
Does tragedy desire love
yes it does and upon a petal
that dark black rose
it grows
within a dry soil
:: 03-23-2014 ::
And I clipped your hip
just a soft touch too
that swept through you
a frozen moment – burst
sunshine sweet Amaryllis
wept the world and me too
that graceful love be you
:: 03-23-2014 ::
IT took a dream to visit
that grand waiting room
where you stood in regal
where the angels dressed
and powdered your face
and laced those lips
in red-sun blare bliss
my dear you are a dream
And that dew fell-dropped
upon an Earth not from here
what sound I heard yonder
those tunes in a chamber
not from here on Earth
but over-there in Heaven
and I stood a chance?
to dance with this woman
My lover forever dancing
in childbirth and lover
you see an equal here
and dear my heart for you
together we choose each other
and times and fashions pass
but such lovers remain fast
my vow to you forever my love
:: 03-22-2014 ::
IN my eager need I stepped beyond my living soul
into a place which kept those yet unseen goals
Such a surprise today I met!
To see the future and my life;
the good and sad and grand
and the ones who have I
loved, met, and died —
upon their lips they sang
to me, “achieve all my dreams”
within your life;
another step I took — returned
and now believe my dreams.
:: 03-20-2014 ::
do you know
the eeriness
of life —
shadow speak
innuendo
false love
a strangeness
psychotic being
teeter-totter
a slice o’ knife
against the heart
and in morrow
all is fine
crazy be whom
the poet say you?
or the vile thing
i call brilliant animal
:: 03-13-2014 ::
tender
FEELING
squeeze box
love
TRAGIC meaning
glisten
hush lips now
watch
LIFE move
tip-toe
tulips
what life
BEGIN-ends
end-begins
:: 03-13-2014 ::
Twenty-first century angst beating at the door
and I say who are you, we are me and all together
sliding thumbs across glass of social media device
and we sing a song across ages unknown to lost souls
which way do we go across crossroads in the fog
waiting for the van to come straight jacket-man
take me and you and we and together reality-SEE
oh the tears fall from marshmallow skies-pink
Who said the Pisces fish jumped out of the water
two thousand years it breathed wet air for all
Jesus rode a fin across the water catching men
but now the fish has a dry dirt to learn-walk
Astrological-mumble-jumble jambalaya dish
spice live-give worm-sign spice lives for all
scientific-spiritual hula-loop gyrating groove
Better learn to walk than drown six feet deep
mother universe hold us up just a bit now
grace is good and love is the cream on top
:: 03-11-2014 ::
I was torn by society
a fabric unwoven twice
disassemble factory life
A step into each corner
of a world spinning fast
race, ideology, religiosity
I came to love not bear
fight, or discriminate
flesh knows weakness
Come, let thus build us
a world beyond dreams
one of fate and love
We are human first
this world begs us
fight for all life
Politicians, law
restriction bleed
battlefields we
:: 03-05-2014 ::
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