WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
\HAVE regret for nothing by words:
If south were North
then Heaven would burn
Instead the heart should
ponder the mouth
lest words could cut the
cords of souls
–//–\
and today I slay death — it was my way
knife & heart-blade-life
what light revealed
strength or frail: truth for a man
and the council those pompous twelve
non-human but eager to learn things
and Earth is a grand battlefield! petal rose
red soil and bitter torn in dream & fear dear
lackey heart weak near the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow old man or bag lady
do not stare this way for all had is given
move along tomorrow today the gift is given
softly we praise Him who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
THE secret is within the liar’s mouth
i push you aside as a tongue searching
for the hole, reached so far i broke
my tendon-mind all away
i looked within your gapping heart
for ways — even there within the vast
emptiness of Memories
:: 07.24.2020 ::
I DROPPED you off
you left a smile
& though lone men
turn toward heat
— your lottery
is a black fly
within Chardonnay
: are you wondering?
bad advice you just
cannot take? And who
sang: “a butterfly born
is alive to fly” and we
are a crashDOWN : utter/
thinking\ radiating free
rays of hellos and goodbyes
pink colors next to it
don’t you feel or think?
like female flesh feeling
more than men — such good
advice you cannot take.
Miss Safe kiss goodbye
Mister Fly of Life: it’s
it short life looking
for another: to breath away.
Nature.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
for the true artist — art is bifurcated
into many brilliant pebbles of expression
and many will hate you for it___smear
your work deeply within their heels –>
& tell the kids you are the devil.
Say again?
wait until i whip
the tar from my pants
(she was brought up religiously
silly-like) i cannot wait
to play guitar! Oh say release
the stress of any shooting star
— where is the one /sometimes
in winter\mostly within the sun
we go. hate to leave but the moon
comes (like a kid) over the terminus
of Earth.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
Oh Seia oh love
by the beyonds of
all rivers ___
ancient tongue
modern heart ___
of a living ghost
oh seia my love
that sunburst dress
burns all Souls
with art and Love!
:: 07.23.2020 ::
roots and nerves
move dirt
boots and struts
make us
a brilliant nightmare
of sherbet lip-tasting
tears of a broken one
who knows any ‘thing’
but that ‘thing’ we find
killing us all slowly.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
never WITH me
always with you
kick the sand
kicking the dust
the rest is us:
i dream i
dreamed of Love;
screaming much
LOVE that which
burns brighter
than the Sun.
:: 07.23.2020 ::
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