Tag Archives: #poetry

buSY BEE inSIDE MY HEART (Oh king of my dreams)

‘buSY Bee inside my heart /// oh ate through toward my eye
buzzing and can’t you feel my heart burn?  Can’t your heart
bee my love — to travel and die upon a crust of moon drift dirt.

I heart how thoughts became living beings inside my head
and march within a vast army of disillusioned minions.

  Can’t you hear my love burst?  Can’t you feel my love bust?
Like we as Werelings so tiny as quanta light;  little creatures
who live 1,000 years but only a day in our time.  And we have no
fur but like to wear dead animals upon our skin.  How filthy
our skin is with microbial animals like horror stories feeding
our souls with dead mouths.
 Busy believe-me King-thing:  who comes
to save me while it hurts your.  Will you hear my love words?
My love BUZZ?  I want you like a crazy wave needs shores /// my
dead brain \\ jet sounds outside the ear canal of disaster.

Will you love the busy Bee inside my heart?

or Leave for Another Sound and string of strange words?
undulating hips and puffy lips.  Watch me waddle away
into horrific oblivion love buzz.

:: 09.09.2021 ::


THE EMPTY HOUSE OF LOVING GHOSTS

“Dear! Let us find a room where we can shine!”
As the sun in a place unconfined by walls?
“Yes! A place full of moons and suns and hearts
and kisses untold!”
Yes, let this be so! And so it is.
Oh. how the walls shimmer as living skin!
That the roof is not there becomes sky!
How creatures of tender hearts enter our home:
the butterflies and their hosts!
“Dear? What happens now?”
LOVE, LOVE AND MORE LOVE !

:: 09.08.2021 ::


THE MORNING ROSE PINK

THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.

For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.

Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?

The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.

My dear Adria.

:: 09.08.2021 ::

THE MORNING ROSE PINK

THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.

For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.

Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?

The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.

My dear Adria.

:: 09.08.2021 ::

THE MORNING ROSE pink
love by horizon
to never think as the
mourning devours thought.

For the One who touched
the corners of Earth
but never spoke
hiding tears as ocean.

Pleasing that plead of night
so endured by night or day
pressed lips of confusion
to allow or deny?

The words i saw but never heard
the kindness of all that more
and so then The morning rose
pkin love by horizon.

My dear Adria.

:: 09.08.2021 ::


COMMA, ENGLISH POLICE

LIGHT police shine on me
oh karma died yesterday
and now like daisies
you know…

Oh come on arrest my head
and make me feel criminal
— is this what we get

this is what we need
what we get when we dream
all inside our lonely heads

Comma, english police yea
rest inside the casket i
placed you  within:

this is what you get when
you mess with love.

i’m all by myself
all by myself with words
i love and create in prose

how i lost myself within you.
the only poetry i love is
what i write to you.

:: 09.03.2021 ::


AZURE SKIES

Azure sunsets and once again
empty skies — that she’s gone
i stay so i see sun and skies
eat hope

there’s a small dot inside my heart
it’s as yesterday — the same old
thing as a cat caught in a high
tree top // and inside this rain
i turn around inside my brain \\
so easy to be a madness as
the symphony sings.

As half of migratory birds
Round over another half of volcano
birds by beauty deafens them
Wearing red and pinks of women’s charms
makes them follow the appearance of their echo
as an echo becomes unknown — before you.

The personal echo is wide of fiery blaze
AS A carriage of birds flees all land
The defending carriage AND SISTER MOON —
its live passengers.

Silver Passengers TOO: how you go to a
difference of dawn without permission!

As an actress of extreme weather and
surprising nectar of warm and loose dreams
Legs as if they speak in her two herself
And she responds to herself as she runs herself

How you can fly as an invisible island.

The full moon and the empty sun of night
which we see sleeping spinning corrupting
the ocean of soothing dreams.

SHE makes her deal among the dreaming victims.

Fire death
Fire that makes hate useless

The dream by simplicity of love.
And how your Love flows through me.

I burn for you.

:: 08.31.2021 ::


A BEST DAY

THE BEST day is one of love
not by flesh nor kiss
but Nature

the best i’ve ever known
and not much to say
so beyond my eyes

so far many scores of years

Today is a great chasm
that anyone could slip into
and threading these skies
with angel wings — my heart
sings

today is today is today is
a greatest moment ever known.

ooh.

today is yesterday’s wishes
and more.

:: 08.31.2021 ::


BUT NOT SORROW

But not sorrow to the bitter death of indigence, to which they are made to follow.

Without sacrifice to any deity.

But let us never underestimate that the more an occasion’s good will works, the more ruin is allayed.

Meanwhile, turn them out, then, by sea or land,–

that the servant of science might discover nothing.

What about other powerful vampire authors such as Daniel Defoe and Lord Byron, in addition to Shelley?

(At first sight, a good way to read the book of Revelation, was to think of their “visionaries” who took it to be a description of the original creation, with humans first emerging at the very beginning. It was not clear from the account of the Fall in 2 Peter, how it was even possible to have had the Fall at all.)

:: 08.31.2021 ::


TIME IS NEVER OWNED

OH time is never owned cause time is always loaned
you can never give more to it and you can never leave
without leaving a piece of you
so the yesterdays we were others
today we believe we are we
and how life can help one
believe we’re better than yesterday — hold up yourself
to the Living Light: i once was youth and now ageless
so believe me.
And how the sun rises
and how the seas undulate
and hearts beat…
time is never owned.

:: 08.18.2021 ::


MURDER IN MY WORLD

i am the life
i am the death
i am fueled by
adoration for you
you are my whore
you are the mother
to my poems.
and i will never
leave you.

i ate the edge of time
and pulled my heart out
placed it upon the rock
of gibraltar like a gun
to my head

and how the world murders
words.  oh i love misery
and find energy in love
so in time…in time.

And how you counted stars
and tasted all your scars
and how we feel the same
flying away toward Mars   .

Into my world i lead you.

:: 08.18.2021 ::


THE MOST SINCEREST LIAR

three flies upon the eyes
blue electric arcs of light
how beautiful and to the point
ashame so ashamed
oh how death can be so lonely
how stupid but entertaining
how fulfilled by soul and spirit
hey! i loved the pain how it felt
so alive so hello and hell no!

Well, this lifetime sucked
and how it killed time
how meaningless unless a slug
is your King.

So i forgive and i smiled while
giving all my soul so never mind
and  how fruitless it was for all
so now in meantime burn the pages
and build the words of imagination
and forget the lies of the brain
— the most sincere liar of them all!

:: 08.18.2021 ::