Tag Archives: #poetry

Goulash

A voice inside and out,
deep in the woods,
whispers, “I am the One you know.”
Waiting for the 112 bus,
the egg man appears.
In the musty city,
humans and mimics abound,
but the small guy with one eye
calls himself egg man.
In 1799, we sailed
from our English gardens
and found you.
Simulating futures
like peacocks spreading feathers,
we lovers, poets, and wizards
ka-choo ka-ka-choo with abandon.
Finding her heart,
how sweet it can be,
but she doesn’t know what he is.
She needn’t care;
to love is to be everywhere,
like love never dies.

No one can deny
something is there,
how good it can be,
beside me.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Drowning in Fear

HOW faces smile how they frown
how they find treasures in life.

Being dead living life
in disguises
crying shouting destroyed Souls
Within Hell on Earth,
Living and dying each day
listening to mortal words
i scream Within my circle is a box
unopened and angels pray
to keep it closed
So give me a cold hand
won’t you come closer
inside me : fire mouth
tear me apart thinking love

Mimics call my name again
destroying time space
within all i knew were friends
were others not of Earth

No one changes like you
feigning death to make me cry
flesh like static sand
come

supernovae come
burn solar systems
Nephlim come challenge me
i have no fear bequeath
spiritual technology
destroys your black hole sun
so come so come so come
won’t you come

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Earth is Learning Institution for Souls

As I inhale, I breathe dreams
From that emotionally-throated stream
One that arrives just when I need
These dreams once more, I wish to feed

They were once alive and bright
But now they are out of sight
Beyond my now-life, they seem dead
Love once lived, but now has fled

My sterner conscience begs for a friendlier home
For passion true, that forgives those who roam
Betrayal’s wrongs, of deepest kind
Forgotten with a forgiving mind

Undreamt accidents have made me who I am
And seeing how life and Souls work in tandem
I’ll never let that tiny ember fade
Remembrance of youth, forever to be displayed

The ancient rites of youthful life and Souls
So notorious, till all that is priceless fades and rolls
Understanding of existence returns to the needing heart
Forever seeking, but never to depart.

\:: 03.19.2023 ::/


A PECK OF KISSmOuth

Just a peck of you
smudge kissMouth
I ate a rose roughTO-
Night — and hunger
for that pink tongueWish
tied to the knot of my
ManHeart deeplyNeeds
wounded bleeding —
sillyMe drama loves
romantic scenes —
stay here UP on the
wooden lit stage —
when the curtain falls
falls Falling below
your knees — I
should say this…
“…………….”

:: 03.15.2023 ::


A New Math A New Love

love is heaven,
a math equation we can’t solve
with pupils dilated
we reach for poison apples
knowing death is the cost

but still we love
the pain it brings
the sweet and sour
like a symphony
of broken strings

we dance in the darkness
of our own design
and though we know the ending
we still embrace the divine

for love is not rational
nor meant to be tamed
it’s a wild and reckless force
that leaves us forever changed

so let us live and love
with all our hearts and souls
for even in the pain and loss
we’ll find the beauty that makes us whole.

:: 03.19.2023 ::


Jazz Club

In the smoky jazz club at night,
I hear the sound of my guitar.
Its strings come alive in the light,
Guiding me near and far.

Playing for the masses in the room,
But my heart beats only for you.
Our love is like a jazz tune,
Sweet and soulful, tried and true.

Oh, no, not that again,
Love rears its head once more.
But I’ll play through the pain,
And let my guitar do the score.

After gigs, I come home alone,
But my guitar keeps me company.
It’s the only love I’ve ever known,
And it’s always faithful to me.

They say love is a flower,
Beautiful and buried deep.
But for me, it’s the power
Of my guitar, my love to keep.

Oh, well, I’ll keep on dreaming,
Of a love that’s sweet and true.
And while my guitar keeps beaming,
I’ll keep on playing for you.

Love may be a punch in the heart,
But my guitar helps me through.
With its soulful jazz art,
I’ll keep on loving, just like I do.


Jaguar

and the man ate her
the jaguar between her legs
a beast heavy upon her stomach.

Licking and smelling
tasting Life

Became then the man
deep inside her thoughts
forgiving pain for pleasure

for higher heaven

Came the angel
fighting the human

Lovers entwined.

:: 03.17.2023 ::


A Hundred Poems XLV

and what of that desire
a pouring rain, from the heavens,
fall through funneled skies —
a splatter upon my roof
slanted tiles /\/\/_stacked.
Yet, another journey in the fall
; the figural shaped as my heart
& tears seep into me that
ground of my spirit
a | split
thunder-lightning: show my face
from celestial eyes came tears
as an arrow –>– my own eyes
which are that target
your tears pierced into
of countryside haven
to find a home
within my lonely soul
i kiss the tears
that bare your fire.

:: 04-09-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV

WHAT fear that burns!

That all the eye can see
a morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth, that melody!

Sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal souls that fought
who is now lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
if mourning light i remember.

:: 06-13-2014 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXVI

NATURE decrees the natural course
of life’s season of repose,
between the first light of sunrise
and the fullness of maturity that grows.

A role that scorns the youthfulness
of life, and extracts a toll,
not on the spirit, but the flesh,
as we strive to attain our goal.

And yet, in this period of calm,
when the world seems to take a breath,
there’s a chance to reflect and renew,
to gather our strength and move ahead.

For the stillness of nature speaks volumes,
and in its silence, we can hear
the whisper of our own soul’s calling,
guiding us through the coming year.

So let us embrace this season of pause,
let us honor the wisdom it brings,
as we prepare for the new day to dawn,
and the cycle of life begins again.

revised: 02.26.2023 ::