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Madness Is Confused Love

Hold her close to life. Take her into your arms.
To sit in her smoke-filled room.
Smoke in light fog with the stars eying your breathless body.

She wants to scream, yet is silent.
She wants to scream, yet is silent.
You are a light in a world.
Still got madness love for you babe.
And you can’t tell the darkness from the stars.
Your lips turn open and close with no words
of their own.
I still have madness for you baby.
As everything drives me crazy for you.

Your chin lies like a victim.
Why won’t you open your mouth and scream?
As you can’t tell the darkness from the stars.
Into her eyes with those questions

That won’t shut down yet seem to have endless life.
Hold her tight to life.
Take her into your arms o sit in their smoke-filled room
Smoke in light fog with the stars
Eying your breathless body.

She wants to scream, yet is silent.
You are a light in a world.
Oh, oh, oh, how I love you.

And you can’t tell the darkness from the stars.
My grasp of your blue dress is failing.
I yearn to feel your lips on my throat.
As your hands skim over my face
The feeling becomes vague.
I want to run away
Run towards your mouth
And take hold of your eyes
As they grow into darkness
and makes me free.

Still got madness for you babe.
Still have the colour in my eyes
called pure love babe.

:: 08.23.2022 ::


Sand Castle Within a Storm

THROUGH the valley of time
across the sphere of space
watching light dissipate
i still recall the taste
of the fallen tears from
your mouth ringing within
my heart ~~ lapping up
crashing waves of despair

How the most favorite dreams
of you wash ashore inside my head
I keep them all within my box
of cedar wood / thinking of just
one thing — souls make this happen
and sometimes i wish it’d go away.

this thing’s slowly ebbing me away
as a sand castle caught within
a storm.

:: 06.22.2022 ::


To Love a Woman

It is not the moon, I tell you.

It is these flowers, painted everywhere with autumn leaves. And the fragrance of which I feel inside me, achingly suffocating.

I have gone mad. It is not the moon. It is the flowers. The voice does not go away.

I can feel it. I have lost it, I have lost it, I have lost it.

I am insane.
I am crazy.
I know it.

She wants to know why I still talk to her, I suppose, when she takes away the flowers and the perfume, the dancing blue light, the talk of love.

I try to turn away, to walk away, to make her leave me alone.
To pretend that I do not hear. She begins to whisper again, this time, just before the whisper, her voice comes under the clatter of the rain.

The sound of the dripping from the outside looks like the flow of blood in my veins.

Is that the way we are born?
In a house under the rain and blood in my veins.
Is that what it takes to be a woman?
Is that what love means? For a woman to love a woman?

There is no rain, and there is no blood.
I know. There is no light, only a thick and swirling
greyness.

I cannot see for the blood.
I cannot see for the blood.
It was my mother’s blood.

She loved her so much and I love her now,
but she loved someone else and took away
the flowers.

There is no rain, and there is no blood,
only night. There is no morning, only night.

There is no blood, only blood, only blood,
and night.

And yes, there is a taste in the air so vivid, so alive
that my lips part, my fingers pull apart, my eyes closed,
and I know, as the taste swells in my mouth, as it rises,
rapidly, from my lips, as it gathers, then unfolds, and
achingly slowly, into a string of words, and a voice,
I remember the voice, that I have not heard since childhood.

But he has taken it away.
He has taken it away.
He has stolen it away.

It is only her I love.

:: 05.08.2022 ::


FLOWER-MOUTH’D DAY

THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips
and found God behind a rock my feet deep inside the sand

So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
into the man i now am no more begging the dog
next door to stop barking or cussing taking out the trash

ah i got the scars from this world i have a sternum broken in parts
how strange i now enjoy watching the air standing in small spaces
for you for me smelling the flower-mouth of this open-mouthed day

Life tell me more oh tell me more Whether Spring, Summer or Fall
and like Winter — you make it all smell as flower-Spring

My satellite
My love
My self

:: 11.05.2021 ::


ONOMATOPOEIC WORDS

bloop
dribble
drip
drizzle
splash
spray
sprinkle
squirt
ahem
belch
blurt
chatter
giggle
growl
groan
grunt
gulp
gurgle
eek
moan
mumble
murmur
squeal
whimper
bam
bang
clang
clank
clap
clatter
click
clink
crash
crunch

:: 10.19.2021 ::

bloop
dribble
drip
drizzle
splash
spray
sprinkle
squirt
ahem
belch
blurt
chatter
giggle
growl
groan
grunt
gulp
gurgle
eek
moan
mumble
murmur
squeal
whimper
bam
bang
clang
clank
clap
clatter
click
clink
crash
crunch

:: 10.19.2021 ::


LIFE AND PONDER

THIS love so large my lover
it spreads the stars yonder
and fuels all hearts —
that they may discover
the truth of life and ponder

:: 03-18-2014 ::