Such fair weather
what storm-burst!
Where caressing
heat-touch brilliant
morning sun each light
drenched step —
Warring showers within
the beautiful sorrow!
On a blue sky mourning
my bruised heart singing
songs-bluejay melodies
:: 06-20-2014 ::
WHAT LOVE
DEMANDS…
// a soul bleeds \\
all the LIFE
a SOUL
that human
can produce
Nothing Less!
:: 06-18-2014 ::
I died. For you
I died For you
I lied when I said
I died for you
and loved you
instead of death
I lied for that love
and cried for you
that when I died
when I could not
lay with you
so I died and died
and lied
when I said
I died. For you
men are little boys
wishing for mother
:: 06-18-2014 :.
my death(sentence) –> dies
singularly learned (stiff)necks)
scrutinized by prose(police)
a formality of dusty halls
the light that never falls
but my prose-eat sunlight
unstructured for the soul
:: 06-12-2013 ::
GIVE So,(a)letchion
so //um//thing sow
itching —
bee(,)see-believing
a-tone-ing
so-tongue[um]-annoying
jay-sush dying
a C r o S S bleeding
His hole -lay spread
-ing (burst-life) morning
the rock removed -|-
corner(stone) bloomed!
:: 06-13-2014 ::
Does the wind weep
at missed opportunity?
Never contemplated —
less seen —
it knocks an entrance
upon nature’s door
a friendly visit upon
life’s shores
:: 06-12-2014 ::
that it is — at night’s mawning
through overpast daze
berated spirit leaving —
that suncrest hope on cuts
these days such warnings (tonight)
when belief flees my soul
that love, too, my longing
:: 06-11-2024 ::
MY heavy silent voice
the lush lust flesh
a lost paradise
the war that tore
centuries of Nation
my beautiful one
I die(d) many times
and here I stand
firmly attesting love
and await you — love
forEVER through time
I ate my sanity save
my love which keeps me
— my heavy silent voice
:: 06-10-2014 ::
Wet kisses
tumble slippery streets
vexatious
intentions
And I beg big billboard signs
so I may know when you kiss
my intention is purely my own
I wish to lock-love those lips
across my tired wheel-well
hot summer streets swell them
as your lips cross my heart
:: 06-05-2014 ::
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
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