DREAMY winter singing winds
— I hear their chorus tonight
As laughing tendril-finger snows
click and dance in dipping ice-flows
upon my furnace-spice lips
What B-flat notes are tripping
running — stripping
across key-minor hearts…
Oh, so vying are your spasms
— my destined lust-bombs
exploding fire
— blue and green
reflection across the frozen
river of our hearts…
Comes the ice
and mixing fire
into the cauldron
of our lives
–::–
TENDERLY with touch
–soft drops
of loving tears
you speak to me
in ways words
cannot convey
soul-journey stare
into my eyes…
gingerly stirs
soup-passion
within the fire of my
hunger-lust despair
::-::
AND WHEN I’m within
your warm and gentle arms
sing me to sleep
hush my baby —
close your teary eyes
Don’t try to awake me
you say —
because I will be over there
in the land of bliss
and I love you — you care
I won’t disturb your paradise
but only need some advice
what will it take to awake
when you’re gone and I’m alone
Hush my baby dear —
have more than faith
and don’t you fear
love is as it was…
and shall be with your heart
Sing to me
lullaby
so I can live
and cherish
the heart God has given
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Loving care
for our hearts
and damn the world
:::::
I GIVE TO YOU my feelings
upon a silver platter
Which feeling you choose
to devour is up to you
but choose carefully
there are so many tasty bits
to savior and consume
;;–;;
AND WHO is that child that runs
through the forest in day or night
and picks the flowers by your path
sometimes even within the rain
a shower — then rainbow he climbs upon
The gold never ends at the bottom
but lays on top — the world to see
And who is that child that cries
when the pain and suffering
does seep between the window pane
the world — our world — he feels
without his eyes but within his heart
and thoughts and colors bursting pain
the Council watches from other-there
The child of light and brighter days
The child of light and brighter ways
Come unto us child, and bring your kind
++()++
I AM a bundle of confused what-if’s
swimming southward toward the State
— of ‘Has-Been’
Knowing so very well my passport
has become full and expired
No country can claim me
— not even your Earth
I am the man that fell to space
and can never return…
lost in your meanings — such language
cultures, music, poetry — too much!
The whales they understand such feeling
your largest creature for a reason
the hottest blood, heart and soul swims
But I have drowned
and so go I must…
::/\::
I can’t say
what other people
think of poetry…
But I know that
it speaks to me
when it’s truth
–//–
IT is…a remarkable thing
that which is organic
has a thought but is just flesh
and to feel! — what sorcery!
The ‘buy-in’ for this world
that others from beyond
wish to visit this rock of stuff
is that meat-talks…feels…
and has the spark of divinity!
::-::
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