IF wars were waged by words
in place of bombs and bullets
then wars would wage a battle
upon the countryside of Souls
— more than flesh or mind!
Who would victory embrace
if all our words were fear and hate?
No one my kindred spirit!
:: 10-18-2014 ::
willow-scent
emotionally
dispensed by my
day of enormity
My hand I gave
but not touched
never and forever
this horror aches
and reasons bleed
like heartHole Me
I must be this
terrible monster!
:: 10-17-2014 ::
I and just me and no thing more
fell toward the bottom of heaven
it was simply my desire to kiss
and hold an unapproachable
beauty I met, and you, a magic
like– new things with hidden treasure
and I did forever give my faith
and heart and trust and our ship
sailed toward many ports of life
and we were happy then…
but tempest of a waterGod
batter yourHull heart and we
drowned and died like Jones
I love the sea and water nymph,
but never knew how deeply
and coldly your ocean went.
I simply died nowHere.
:: 10-17-2014 ::
touch-skip the slopes
lovingLY my
goldBee
kissNectar lips
Her prize touched I
between my passion
and expectations
dreams a tossed
plungingSoftly
passion Bite!
kissing her lips
and how my world
has these falling columns
when our bodies clasp
herOn my tenderPetals
the kiss and no Thing
more than that!
Her bloodFuse snap
eatingSlippery heart
raindrop has a fall
pollen a flight
and love the flutter
butHer slopes of lip
a Goldgate opened
for my soul to enter
:: 10-15-2014 ::
A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin
:: 10-13-2014 ::
timeless near-dark
unseen borders,
like forgotten tears
the closer edge
my forgotten dreams
and cutting wings
— crying butterflies,
upon the sinking hills
of golden bliss — away!
i grow richer by a day
full of sweet death’s way
and your lips tell me,
(formless words of my soul)
‘arise my soul, arise
and sing and tell me
the final tears that
fall upon crystal bells’
still, my storm, verse
sings to my soul,
‘it’s taking over,
it’s taking over me’
:: 10-13-2014 ::
i step upon my
sun-pool dreams
a winter moon
this morning
cathedral spine
my kissing spring
talking symbols
and the riddle
of anguish at peace
with resurrection
if longer — smiles
the nights grow
devouring man
And zero zebra,
undulating umbrella
dancing in front
of my little church
i touch with spire
Today is a winter moon
in summer or spring
and fall between me
three cats, a broken heart
:: 10-13-2014 ::
my profoundly friend
in my daisy-eye
summer breath,
one black day —
who turned diamondHeart
into coal (it happened)
beneath an artist’s hand
where i forgave forgiveness
that i(my heart so such)
writes and paints skies
of fiend between immortal friends
:: 10-13-2014 ::
my silver lining
see the crystal
rim of thinking
and what golden meaning
simple being
:: 10-13-2014 ::
barrel the hatch sea surf deaths!
i feel the wrath of mother nature
sliding bidding the death cold water
kraken smile toothed grin death
aaaah! the waves! Ahhh go away!
Mother tending to her children
alone but safe on sturdy land
her man against the seas
fourteen flowers save me
one for each month at sea!
Aaaah! Wave! Go away! Go Away!
The sails like blue birth death
bellow-winded nature curses
bitch in heat wanting death
i want land but cannot quit
the crow nest my temple death
Salty-bearded men praying
go away!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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