Tag Archives: #poetry

GENTLE BREEZE

before sun   i sleep
entwined by lost thoughts
of this passing day.
by  moon   i sleep
in dreams of things
whose lives are real
how love and life stays
during bliss by the river
a blanket and soul.

i recall it all tomorrow.

:: 05.1.2022 ::


WHEN THE WORLD IS QUIET

WHEN the world is quiet
i am inside the heart
of lovers.

Weeping at times
while raining love
of splattering tears.

How alone is one
and quiet halls
of my soul’s house.

That when i experience
nature/of all things\
is my own Soul.

Respectfully i die
a breath each heartbeat
into the Unknown.

:: 08.10.2022 ::


NATURE AND NURTURE

AFTER a boring day while the sun was setting across the horizontal line of a world it began.

Sitting next to the pond with her sister a frog crawled out from behind a rock.

“You should not be here.” Croaked the frog.
Somewhat surprised, she told the frog,

“I have to wait for my sister.  She is counting the stars.”

A shooting star creased the early flat night skies.

The frog came closer.

“I do not know about stars but sincerely know nature.” Said the frog.
Evie stared at the green frog for a long moment.  

“If I picked you up and took you with me I could show you a new world.”
Surprisingly the frog jumped upon her lap.  Staring with it’s eyes it spoke again.

“Show me this world.  Then I will show you my own world.”

They both nodded in agreement.

:: 05.10.2022 ::


DOWN FOR THE EVER

DOWN for the ever
where no one feels
but just float about

How summers come
Seasons go
Lost inside a head
But never dead

How plastic transparency
is looking through glass
If you see me i see you

and if we ever talk  about it
i wish you down for the ever

Always know sometimes
i think it’s me
— a dream?  How about a melody
for you and me.

if i had a world of my own
everything would be nonsense!

:: 05.10.2022 ::


SANDCASTLES AND EMPTY HEARTS

WOULD you kiss me if i failed you?

Would you be my Knight in Shining Armor?

If i told you how i’d hurt you?

Can you feel me my friend oh, my love-hurt?

Can you feel my love hurts?

Today is Mother’s Day
but i failed to see her
for decades so please
forgive me when I return
my heart — embryo!
how we hurt like a wave against

Sandcastles and Empty Hearts.

:: 05.05.2022 ::


ECLIPTIC NEBULAE

Ecliptic Nebulae, the stones of
My Web; O God, make I a star,
as I’m a star!

We love not Time, love not Love
We love not World, live not
but within a Golden Empire!

The Soul that by
Soul’s Influence governs
the moons, stars & mega-verse
is eternal Love the Moon
has no sun — the Heart
no chaperone eloping
became Big Bang thrills!

:: 05/04/2022 ::


EXPLAINING THE WERELINGS

WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.

The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.

Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.

It’s a prophecy.

The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.

Ergo; short lives compared to humans.

Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!

Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)

“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.

Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?

MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.

Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.

:: 04.19.2022 ::


WAR WOMEN

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::

IN THE BEGINNING God made Land
then He made Water then fire
a gift then by God by love
Man was happy but something lost
so God thought;
Passion of creatures
Something lost —
something wild
something child _
THEN HE made WOMAN
Oh! Lots of pretty women / Woman oh
a Creature more beautiful than anything
God before sculpted — an Angel and Man fought for women
and women endured biblical war — women!
I give you Women —
lot’s of pretty women
women oh pretty war women.

Born in love Born in hate
Something lost  One part precious
One part wild  One part child
Lots of pretty women

Wages war  they of insinct
such hunger  such emotion
one part feeling
one part killing
to save family
to save lover
to be home skin on skin — women!

:: 04.12.2022 ::


THE CATALOGUE OF HUMANITY

the KEY to understanding
as what can books-of-Souls
to-wives-and husbands dream?

Clouds and flautering about
is wisdom maturing over Time
is always Me! Me. Me. Me. Me!

Dammit! if Paintings of
blue-porcelain dolphin-dreams
eat Sea-nymphs in their
majestic pearly carriages
Do .;..me? I? Awaken a hope
to love, yes! to LIVE!
That had gone with the burning
of books?!?

Riddling paragraphs of coffee
and clubs & misanthropic souls.

So we go. Stand alone. And leave
alone. Cry and die for One.

:: 06-22-2016 ::


KILLING BABIES

\                 PUTRID dead thoughts

   inside fallen carcass

the realm of Death — opposite LIFE!

ahhhhhhh!         go away go away!  go away!

everywhere they refused LOVE and took

the acid of smelling secrets…

    AAAAAHHHHHHHH!

  yOU smile in facsimile and printout

 a grin of darkness:  ate your mushrooms

  smells like lost perfume so i say

i quit:  how one -legged passion crawls

entrails leaving memories of god’s givings.

  little babies dead — 50 plus million

sucked up and scrapped out by doctor death!

     AAAAAAHHHHHHHH go away!  go away!

awaaaaaaaay!

Academica and politicians smell like semen

and oval pressed flowers for the death

    of precious LOVE!

go away.  just go away…..awwwweeeeeeee.

   ZERO is a lying sorrow     and baby lips

screaming so sad you forget // nazi bitches \\

aaaaaaah!  Save the precious hearts of babies

and fuck you too.

    go away!  gooooo awayyyyyy!

:: 02.02.2021 ::