my mind my soul
my laborer
for life
my cosmic architect
what I dream i pull
from sub-
consciousness
a though-form a spiritual construct
from wish to being
from mist to living
from tears to joy
I WISH TO LIVE!
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SPIRITUAL ARCHITECT
SHE HELD THE ROSE
I should have spoken clearly
(i am never eloquently-tongued)
with blue skies singing
(i am the smallMouth)
and so i like when the sun moves me
expressing light as nature that moves
mysteriously away–> from humans
— whom i loved.
scattered by my exquisite thoughts
the giantSmall meets this
smallGiant heart i captured just
today! A brilliance of love!
the remembrance of romance
She sat upon a bench with a single
rose within her tender hands
: where i am is where she is
where love bursts frozen-SHUDDERINGLY
kisses across the burning sun is
passion exploding exhilarating us!
I am too this love we share
My eternally EVERYWHERE!
:: 09-01-2015 ::
F O R E P L A Y
POETRY is GOD’S
k e r c h i e f
catching all the food
from a last COSMIC MEAL
:: 09-01-2015 ::
GREET A STRANGER (WHO MAY BE AN ANGEL)
so my tiny me IS
your concern, sir?
My feet smaller
than your eyes
an ego so wide, sir
hems up your pants
and all that girth
So sir, so tiny-me
but within my toe
i possess more worlds
than a single hair
of your spinning mind
i think the mountain
sat upon her head
and me, sir? The angel
who saw you born
and this world you
call home
:: 09-01-2015 ::
NYMPHOMATIC MACHINE (WET PROGRESS-PINK DISEASE LOVE)
PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultraomnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love
:: 09-01-2015 ::
LIkE A MoUSe IN THe COrNER
Like a three-legged cat
found myself in a garbage can
rummaging through my mind
discarded cans a popsicle stick
hmm maybe a forth-leg to fit
i don’t cry any longer
since i heard the life of a
great lyricist died awhile ago
so now i live within the walls
of a calloused heart with a moat
of life’s jokes as shark’s teeth
i’m such a slut for life and now
i’m so high i don’t feel sad anymore
all these tears calcified within
the womb of a miscarriage:oh god
the afterbirth sings to me: “never
ask anyone to love you”
:: 09-01-2015 ::
READY TO CONFESS
YOU say, ‘love, so be it’
and i will pretend i am
ready || you whisper
within hot skin ‘I want
to place all my secrets
within your heart’
until i get out of all
this mess//and if you say,
‘I’ll be here when you’re
ready, love.
When you’re ready
to confess.
:: 09-01-2015 ::
MARCHING bOOts
Thdawkch thdawkch Thdawkch
T-H-A-D-U-M-P T-H-A-D-U-M-P
machine weapon of war
machine human-heart
marching across the world
boots with feet dancing famine
and all the politicians cry
watching their votes dying
a twenty-first century horror
:: 09-01-2015 ::
WE PLAY IN FALLEN LEAVES
WHEN i close my eyes
like now:warm evening nights
and curtains dancing-like what
i wish for my heart
when i close my eyes
like now:feelings hot like passion
and i look at my soul so alone
i wish for my life
wish for autumn days when we play
in fallen leaves and sip coffee and
talk of a life-never apart IS when
i close my eyes, makes me want to
die within your arms The one i yet
to meet but breaths and is so beautiful!
:: 09-01-2015 ::
THE PICNIC
Twixing yellow-cupped flowers
breezing touched-tip
of pollination wing! Flitters
–ingly my moist-eyed beautiful
love where exposed feelingCountry
side of rolling hills thrill romance
beeSTUNG-luscious lips smother
my-tied heart as is my whole mind
and soul, dear exquisite lover
:: 09-01-2015 ::
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