Tag Archives: #poetry

THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH

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 ::


CINDERELLA’S DREAM OF ALICE

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 ::


12-19-2017

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


FROM MY OWN MIND (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 ::


THE WISH (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 ::


MY FRIENDS

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 ::


I SHALL WALK THE SIDEWALK

I shall walk the sidewalk
into the underground
where souls have no mouth
nor agenda
Wet soil deeper than
the crust of life
and cocci dry clay bursts
dead souls and
their aged bones

And my window to life
– below the ground
the shards of sun
baking my heart
and all of life!

:: 12-15-2017 ::


SIGHING MANNEQUIN

Oh, once again! A cry!
Two-legged creatures
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!

A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!

:: 12-15-2017 ::


AIMER, C’EST MOURIR (to love is to die)

My dear in pink
I love your color
I go, you speak.
My love never say
la belle damsel
regrets.

So soft, agreed
So nice we know
your words are so
inside of me —
la belle damsel
regrets.

I see your eyes
I feel your thighs
It’s a deep vanity
we’re lost for words
this account for love

So long a time
a space to say:

“Ever you speak
then to cry we laugh
we know in time we kiss
again, so to speak

To know a space so well
What it was and is
and came to be;
and willed to be
so i listen, you speak

la belle damsel
regrets.

:: 12-14-2017 ::
:: Rev: 02-24-2018 ::


BERCEUSE OF LOVE

Close your eyes my love.
Hush and i’ll catch all
of your tears while you
dream.

Summer comes, so soon
with the warmth of union
and now rest in peace,
so sleep.

My dear, say how much you
feel; so tired — everyday
giving life so others
rest within peace.

Everything will be alright
when you rest in peace;
so sleep — and if there’s
one thing i’ve shown you
… give love to us,
give love to us.

Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown all;

That all my love, within
my arms so tight.
So too, I drift off
into your world, that
you give love also to
us — that you give love
to us.

Let’s give love to us.

So hush, my love.
Sleep so tight tonight.

:: 12-14-2017 ::