THE SOUL sat upon a leaf
gently comforting me
I felt sun by moon
as gentle as the bee
Stress gave way to smile
the day made sky
burst worthwhile
then lost by physiognomy!
And skies so beautifully
blue became deeper blue
as a beating bruise upon
my mortal heart!
:: 12092015 ::
i wish as i run thickly hurryingly
through greenery as they have taken
their last applause (the majestic angels)
above the ground soundly within the skies!
My tears (their eyes!) fall down mere feet
below my eyes leaving me upon a wooden stage
of strange life-acts. . . toward shadows
and much dismay — Upon stem, heart and soul
the life’s empty room I shall go!
:: 12072015 ::
WE walk by the lit garden
by the path we tip-toe
through life and kiss like
two lips (oh) we tip-toe
through the tulips seeing
how beautiful how wonderful
the garden loves two hearts
tip-toeing by her garden
(when I kiss her)
I saw your tears by the moon
light showering gifts for us
And I say ‘if i kiss you within
this garden within the moonlight
will you love me?’
And will you pardon me if I
am too brave to say say how
much I love you while we tip-toe
through the tulips of life?
:: 12022015 ::
Leave me (go away)
Left a note upon the table
read it below my scars
Why’d you leave the tears
of your trusting eyes (all within
the suicide-trust heart of my
bleeding eyes?)
And here is another ode of loving
written for where angels die
WITHIN the town square there is
a well where, well –young people
go to die a beautiful crying suicide
DIE! DIE! DIE!
AND last night within a warm coat
of a beautiful moon light you grabbed
a brush and applied all the feelings
where perfect angels die
Made your lips and eyes so perfect
In all your self-righteous love
And left the key to your heart
upon a table where many fingers
rush to die . . .
IT’S not death that makes suicide
but the reason of a righteous suicide
it’s where perfect angels go to hide
Father! Mother! Mother! Father!
Brother! Sister! Friend! Why
do you forsaken me when I have you
all within my heart — it’s almost
perfect except I never heard the
voice of God.
:: 12-02-2015 ::
WE werelings like saving trolls
(dancing
beneath
bridges) coins in
pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips closed speaking
and two foot liking here — this earth dancing Eine Kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over smashed words — open broken vows of oath so trembling cracked —
smiles ~~
i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink-white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!
I am (my love is) love as if you were
the free rising winds of life or arrow
of roses and thorns that disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings stand tall
and thunderheads speak with lighting;
my nature is natural to love you as the
plant that blooms and carries beauty
hidden within itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths the interest
of wondering minds and the dense fog of some-
time life is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative that there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.
I love you.
:: 11132015 ::
Through white sheets of morning sun
I began knowing life and this tenderest
love. All of me awakened by the sweetest
most loving touches of Spirit!
Who is a Spirit encased in flesh,
began to see the cosmic universe?
I believe in the little kiss:
the tenderest touch of two lips
while two hands embrace the
eternal commitment of One.
And music is my Soul; any song
my Spirit whether music is gladly
or sadly received. And by life
the wisest heart knows the happy
song is glee and the saddest
annoying — but my wife, if life
is true then both happy and sad
are fields partly grown and ready
to reap. The skies are mentor
and clouds are nanny and this
moment every day we have is for
just us where I always hear us;
pleasing notes do sing: the union
of two into one on each season
while we embrace!
:: 11232015 ::
IF peace is largeness within the many chambers
of you i should dream a world of loveness
a n d m a n y t e a r s b y j o y
to tell you the dream when smallness was
the many vapored obscured heart-tied hands
hanging upon the highest star
There is within me enough room for you
as words from distant cousins lock meaning within
a single stanza the numinous feelings are that much
nearer I–the pupil of Life and my sight
is becoming more clearer.
:: 11272015 ::
i am the little ‘eye’ seeing life through ignorance
i am the furious soul wishing to understand this life!
i am the fear of lighting-flash rivers choking stones
fear no more the frown of perplexed hearts
fear no more the loving heart that may heal yours
fear no more the lover who is within your path in life
And this day, did you notice? It is born just for you
the light and air and clouds overtaken you in a way
that clears fog revealing such bravery within
confusion and such deepest pain!
Oh love of mine if i am worthy to say
stay and hear! This ocean song is not of waters
but your heart coming that sings both high and low
And what be love? N’ver the hereafter as pain as
pleasant laughter but the single source of pride:
roses of red and white, and snow and hair
of black and grey and some perfumes of exquisite
delight I love your speak-voice yet i known
your soul and say too that i never have met
a goddess go; who met one as my soul
and my truth is not upon a fact based upon
any lies.
THAT love is preciously touched
by what power of my heart?
If love is one then another touched?
and if Love is two touching hearts
this power of the above by God
I am the heart who moves
planets into place by romance
but wish just one Heart upon
the face of Earth — my feet
and wish my heart and soul too!
To align both our Love and
the Universe into One!
my singurarly soul i LOVE!
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