MADNESS over love is crazy
but crazy gets things done
:: 12-31-2013 ::
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FROM MADNESS AWAY!
WE purge yes we do
all of the poison
from last summers
festered boiling
conviction’s dagger
puncture-ooz
Say the sun does
sound too bright
and the bee’s buzz
— honey-laced kiss
gritty pout dirt
hug-lick my soul
I’ve only one last
ticket to alice’s hole
the last the rabbit stole
follow bravely me souls!
the grand adventure awaits
from madness away lets go!
:: 12-31-2013 ::
NOCTURNAL SONG
WHETHER such weeping
soothes an aching heart
that feather-feel upon
the breast so tender
matters for naught
Who knocks but tears
upon your cedar door
surely the reason
nocturnal singing
by Nightingales
Flow-bow wayside my dear
the reed who bends
against torrential winds
but never breaks her stem
romantic hearts eternally burn
:: 12/31/2013 ::
VOODOO GIRL
HEY mystery girl
where do you
come from?
I come from
the land of
a hidden world
You can reach me
through a rising moon
Who do-you voodoo
tonight girl?
I could should-you
fool-you tonight
Baby gonna make
me forget it all
She gonna burn
the pain from my land
Where do you plan
to go tonight girl?
I’m gonna spread
all my love tonight
Where you gonna
start my love?
Gonna start right
there in your heart
She gonna make me
— all right
Piece me
— all back
together this night
Go ahead voodoo girl
gotta make sure
you get it right
::12-30-2013::
THE SWING BLADE (OF INNOVATION)
WE toil in obscure fashion
but only so – until innovation
Elais Howe’s sewing machine
– a stitch in time
And detritus pepper life
So lovingly Hess’ vacuum cleaner
pulls us from dirt to God-clean
Remiss the typed word without
–Shole’s typewriter
Clackety-CLACK impressed words!
Oh this man saved us all
– Seth Wheeler’s toilet paper
But the grand techno-god
– Tesla’s electric power ac
humble praise for off-worldness
Back to terra firma
– Elisha Gray’s Telegraph
Lost rights to Mr. Bell
We have a grand audience
the universe rivetedly watches
What new innovation say we!
God-like soon — be we soon
the tower of babel-speak
confusion-sweet-humble
Let’s rejoice!
God-kiss soul!
::12/30/2013::
SEVENTH WAVE
MY LOVE mere words
are empty shells
shrewn across sand
such castings color
sounds of ocean within
Doubt not these words
though empty shells
My life-light fills
each constellation
Shed such tender skin
oh fear betrays such life!
what you see – what not
but life of yours greater!
Silently sing whales
Sing to me breeze so-easy
lullaby breath tear so tender
blue speaks ivory tenor
caps of white dance-sizzle
seventh wave passion-swells
Beneath waves and flotsam
jetsome golden crystal
::12/30/2013::
INCONGRUOUS MOMENTS
WISHING-well
— sometimes I do
unraveling dreams
— sometimes caught
between fingers-do
— slippery knew
notes running
across ivory key
minor pains
thrumming-heart
melancholy needs
dripping tears
there a light!
Golden tongue
— cursing darkness
honey-laced
Incongruous moments
–love them most!
::12/30/2013::
SIMPLICITY
SIMPLICITY
— what state
Surely I will visit
My suitcase packed
— unknown destination
My intuition says
a map cannot reveal
locations of the mind
Much easier a travel
when disposition drives
::12-29-2013::
A CURIOUS TRAGEDY (The Beauty Who Yearns)
PRIVILEGE suffer
my beautiful tragedy
Society of high
and low know not
such suffering
upon your soul
The beauty
— who hath no love
But mirage
of shadow-lust
What price
— you would pay
to find love
tender and true
No cost for you —
Such love
indeed too rare
::12-29-2013::
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