I ride the path by mouth
and nothing more
The pen is dried and tears
have taken a road by south.
Who should feed my vagrant words
they starve at day and flee by night!
And detours, forked by white S paces
And pregnant pauses give birth
to tiny doubts upon my ink!
I watch the children drown there.
A fountain in the square of town
is where I dip my quill,
and the Crier shouts,
“Oyez, Oyez, Oyez!”
Remember all the good souls!
:: 08-23-2014 ::
I would fear for the world,
yes, I would fear.
If not for the smile
of your kind soul.
I would fear for the world,
yes, I would dear.
but not for your soul,
you’re Love — I’ve told
I would fear for the world,
yes, I would fear.
If others were not so lucky
to find one as you.
But there’s no fear
when there’s love,
and even a snowflake
could survive hell.
:: 08-26-2014 ::
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!
I ate the soil but not
the bee, but even thorn!
I saw the gnome too,
inside a root of tree!
I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!
This I did all before
but never in my sleep!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
My dreams! Oh! My sweet dreams!
Each night so many scenes!
I dip my eyes into ink-night
and blink and there’s the stage!
The actor’s call and there we are!
All our lines thrown to the winds,
and the props do change on a dime!
Last night I kissed a whale —
and then flew my car into the moon.
I laughed and then I cried tears
as I turned around and saw Mother Earth!
It’s a lump in your heart when you see
no countries or war or death,
and only one world as a whole!
My dreams! Oh! My sweet dreams!
:: 08-26-2014 ::
SO delicately
I said to
the VOID:
“I love you.”
And quietly
I listened…
NOTHING
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AVOID
:: 07-23-2014 ::
I am a miserable
lovely failure
of beautiful life
:: 07-23-2024 ::
see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach meStrength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
I do miss
Th. feathered
creature. [e]
a tickle-beak
upon my hand
as I feed her my
flying dreams!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
THE day’s assault
dimming
a waning
flame trimming
and now the shadows
Delightfully skip-grow
as the sun dip below
the lost chances
of another beautiful day
Dusk, tell me lies
And so,
the truth of love
:: 07-23-2014 ::
In the dark of day
a sunlight of burning
I paid a price for life
this I did — today
She took my pocket
so full of heart
and said today
“Tis the price of love”
I had no pennies
just a hope
that priceless
throne of bliss
Today I paid
a debt of faith
in the dark of day
I paid a price for life
:: 07-21-2014 ::
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