it is the brightest of nights;
the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-
NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life;
kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and
atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough
today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
“oh!”
and a new element born!
:: 07-08-2015 ::
::
i could hear the spraying ocean singing song
when longing afar from loving shores
and there upon the moonlit sands would
i hope to see the footprints of romance
and love toward my own island-life
if i heard the praying lonely singing longing
voice upon the ocean waving wane of life
:you
:: 07-08-2015 ::
if being: dreamed, wings
i should fly toward
the biggest hill
i speak (and forgive me)
whatever is between
these hills and dreams
my dearest sweetest heart
if thereinmy sincrestmouth
you should taste my love dear
bright eyes –>there drifts
like a woman within a dream
and Now i say: what if
i c ould say more?
the heavens would roar!
:: 07-07-2015 ::
Wish) become so big
\innocence/
i lack-lock your scorn
of easily hatred of
being me ~~ tomorrow is a
dream tonight
and time: could
it take away? take away dreams !
? There are no corners
for questions and they
– which-wish become
more! No here dear
only love if you may
(quiet softly know)me
i/dove\ dying-ly
believe in you if
something believes
me
:: 07-07-2015 ::
THERE you sat with
never beginning
eyes upon the chair
me: the thought
it thin like you,
Strawberry cheese
cake bang – thoughts
and i am severely no
thing and no one ever
a soul without a
voice writing words
the ‘who’ who h ea rs
me i am severely sorry
for being quiet.
–child who
become adult
and child who
never died inside
flowers of holiness
|| adults !
:: 07-07-2015 ::
i should and did LAUGH
when all the coins of this
spent day frail-ed(and
i have a penny left for you)
upon which first 4 stars
appeared! /in this evening waning-night\
then (where i have no need realizing why)
you became by beauty the declared
and there by no coincidence
a clock-tac-tie tick tock upon my heart
my dear who knows, i fear what goes
beyond the reach of even me
the most cherished moments i know!
:: 07-06-2015 ::
BELIEVE me when i never told you how gracious
kept pain can be: that i never spoke
those words; the yellow eyes of crying lies
which were \we’d group/
with pretty people on wet midnight streets
like fragrant picked fruit distinctly grouped
very cadmium so reassuringly
— whoa this is bravery
with water-rainbow tints and all the laughter of
liquor-veined beauty ~~ :
today they are raising
a monument by the sea
called YOUTH
:: 07-06-2015 ::
the oceans are rising
not so surprising since
i first met you
an arctic heart land-locked
killed all the penguins
now i have no suit to wear
polar bear hates how you
burn and melt all ice
even though you’re all
a glacier-soul dipped
inside my bourbon drink
freeze! freeze! on
my scarred knees!
it’s kind’a soothing how
you sue me with your
ways it’s so comforting
to be insane ~~ insane!
you carry within your
ash-burned purse twenty
pieces of silver
the Judas of broken-hearts
:: 07-06-2015 ::
COMPRESSED emotions
are as enticing as
short poetry ~~
shortened verses
to reach hearts!
:: 07-05-2015 ::
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