……….
I am love
AND THOUGHT
THE EVERY
emotion of life!
the smallest
and biggest FAILURE!
THE kiss upon the
cheek of life!
THE birth! AND
death of thoughts!
The sincerest touch
of compassion
and forgiveness!
My arms open for all!
who wish to be
my friend — I am you.
As the great SPIRIT
encased within flesh
as we all are blind
to the deepest truths;
but we know we know!
THE TRUTH!
BY DIVINE BEING
we are the MORE!
:: 12-27-2017 ::
young man LOOK behind
those that came before
you
young man a lot like me
a lot like you before
me (before I was 24)
And time and life is
a lot like space time just
us
I’ve lived inside my mind
— just a paradise
like a heart that won’t
die like so many before us
Oh lullaby i say like a
rusty nail that won’t
get tossed
oh love, i need someone
who will love me
the whole day through
so much so i sing
your lullaby
watching everyone
walking through the
looking glass —
but i’m all for you
So young man
love begets love
and fear less
If you want a life.
:: 12-26-2017 ::
On the cover everything seems so swell
but …
Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole
Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere
And within your heart
I wish to be
Like an angel hovering
above the storm
Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes
Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you
I’ll wait for you…
Like an angel singing
to all of heaven
Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing
I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.
:: 12-26-2017 ::
THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders
The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming
But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.
And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!
:: 12-23-2017 ::
I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.
:: 12-22-2017 ::
WHILE the sun hangs
within the skies
cloud guppies eating
side-windows
of space-time
a memory flashed
fell the promise
of perfect love
Cellophane lips engulfing
the floating boat upon
Love’s river and breasts
dancing in gravity alone
Your dream is awake
but you are asleep
someone calls you
but no one’s home
Undulating umbrellas
and laughing zebras
a shoe from Cinderella
that fits the lonely soul
Meets Alice in the sky
yesterday is gone
because you are a different
person now.
:: 12-20-2017 ::
THE heart has feet and bravely walks —
Frequently are of no color but all
frequently are of all hurt souls
Frequently are the dreams of all.
My own Spirit
My own screams
My own broken heart
And back to the square
of needing
As often a cranny
Where it used to be-
Shifts the paradigm
And Earth upon Axis turned!
The Council of twelve performed!
:: 12-19-2017
Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.
But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.
My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.
I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.
That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.
So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.
And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!
:: 12-17-2017 ::
I can never have you, nor will I have you
ever, this I know. Possession is fear,
taking is thievery, and love can never
become caged at all. I give you my words,
through poetry, and a kind photo at times.
But nothing more than most of me. You,
who belongs to science, philosophy, and art;
I commend your love of beauty and knowledge!
That most are born within a dream so deep
they shall never awaken; you are awake my dear.
The pleasure created by our conversations
gives an impression of being almost real.
So, I dream across this distance between
our hearts and for all the imagination, for
all that is a liquor’s magician, I kiss
your lips as well and wish, I wish,
to have your body next to mine at the end
of every day.
:: 12-17-2017 ::
AND if I ever call you
my friend ~
Tears and weak knees my love
Whenever I begin
my eyes cry and a hard
shoulder forever!
And now I dream my love
I begin to undrstand all
all within your eyes!
And now I know my life is more
and in every moment there is
a reason to carry on! Oh!
Sweet love! It’s a miracle
and a beautiful sight —
\ and if when I ever call
you friend; here we are
for ever and ever
— forever and ever like
a dream kissed; and now
I know my life has given me
more than a sweet dream.
And that is everything I dreamed
And now I know life has given
me more than memories!
A reason to carry on!
So now, within the sea of love
we all wish to swim in life
— so call me. call me.
OH, everyone call me.
I think I have the heart
to heart your love.
So love. Love me.
I love you.
:: 12-16-2017 ::
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