Tag Archives: #poetry

Death of Morning Revelations Bare

inthe.equisite; _ death of morning revelations bare >> ly i rode the chords of Life
among otherLittle roundtables SOUND: continues
slowly
the FRETS of my board burning appeggios
and scales I devoured iNg.the
(green Elysian fields of after-last breathing
i kept. ) BOOM boom.
rivulet hips
eyes that eat ME — let me by your side
c loud-glass Moon is a sight we eat
L cARVED smiles 🙂

perFUME skin-ed verbal mist-flowers
i EAT YOU.

:: 05.25.2020 ::10 SECONDS

Just floating by
a beautiful world
some swim, some walk
and others drown
–like this child
of mine
Such a beautiful babe
eternity within your
iris’ while i feel i
sleep at the world
as we drive through
rain-traffic
as we drove through
with-you
Another soul unattended
screeched(myBrain)
drove through us — what
then we became then
Just floating by a beautiful
world, some swim some walk
and others drown –
like this child of mine.
I am with you.
believe me.
as we dream.
all is peace.

:: 02-12-2019 ::


…NOW HAPPINESS

THE moments of dreaming
like a blink of an eye
and my tears so stormy
we can all see how they act;
walking and talking:
so mama maybe I said to you,
‘LOVE is tulips & marmalade skies’
you! and if nothing passes
(err, blows) the night
i kissed the One who waits for Me
& and close my eyes; just dreams
dreaming…and no more tears!

just skies of yellows and greens.

:: 04-30-2016 ::
rev: 08.09.2020 ::


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 Light Upon The Dark Side of Me

Oh restless soul, adrift in the night,
With heavy heart and burdened sight,
Longing for truth in the depths of dark,
Answers to questions that leave a mark.

Oh tireless mind, eager to know,
In search of wisdom that ever flows,
A fire that burns, steadfast and bright,
Leading you through life’s endless fight.

Oh wanderer, on a path unknown,
With weary steps, but a heart that’s shown,
The journey ahead, winding and long,
But you move ahead with courage strong.

Oh seeker of truth, with eyes that see,
Beyond the veil of uncertainty,
Your spirit soars, unchained and free,
A treasure more precious than any fee.

Oh curious one, with open heart,
You’ll find the answers that set you apart,
From the crowd that’s lost in the fray,
For you have found the truth’s rightful way.

So take heart, dear friend, and never fear,
For the answers you seek are always near,
Just listen closely, with an open soul,
And the answers you seek will make you whole.

:: 03.15.2023 ::


From Ancient Lands

From the ancient lands of Mesopotamia,
A story of friendship and love,
Of a king and a wild man, united,
In adventures that took them above.

Gilgamesh, the mighty king of Uruk,
A man of strength and fame,
But with a fear of death that haunted,
And a longing to escape that claim.

Enkidu, the wild and free spirit,
Born of the earth and wild,
A being of raw, untamed power,
Who was destined to be exiled.

But fate had other plans in store,
As Gilgamesh and Enkidu met,
And a friendship was born that day,
That nothing could ever forget.

Together they battled fierce monsters,
And faced the perils of the unknown,
Their bond growing stronger with each step,
Their love like a seed that was sown.

Yet even in victory, Gilgamesh,
Could not escape the fear in his heart,
The fear of death that loomed above,
And threatened to tear him apart.

So he set out on a quest for answers,
To find the key to eternal life,
But in his journey, he learned a truth,
That cut through the pain like a knife.

For he realized that life is a gift,
A precious and fleeting thing,
And that true happiness lies in love,
And the joy that it can bring.

And so, with Enkidu by his side,
Gilgamesh returned to his land,
A wiser and humbler man,
With a heart that had been re-manned.

The Epic of Gilgamesh, a tale of love,
Of friendship that will never die,
A reminder that in this journey of life,
It’s the love we share that will help us to fly.

:: 03.11.2023 ::


Again Hate Me

Hate me, do it again Some have faith, some scream Some weep, some complain High priest of pain, extreme

Forgive me, I say If you’re the organ of love Desecrate the arts Push and shove

My heart doesn’t match you It’s buried deep beneath the sea I don’t want to know you Fame and fortune can’t sway me

Taste me, watch me Brush strokes and colors chosen Canvas of life, set free I’m unique, not a token

I was once a little pupil In a galaxy far from here Centered upon humanity My choices may seem unclear

I don’t care, I don’t worry I don’t break a sweat When love is perfect, no hurry Unless I paint it, it’s not set

So hate me, do it again Shame me, if you must I won’t bend, won’t pretend My truth, I trust

:: 03.11.2023 ::


Sometimes Friends

In our time, amidst the turmoil of our hearts,
a symphony of screams, moans, and chants,
resounds with the claim that life and love are one.

Yet lurking within the fabric of time,
an insidious force preys upon the good,
leaving nothing but the kiss of death.

Even our closest allies can become shades,
reaching out with skeletal hands,
intent on pulling us into the abyss.

Thus, I beseech the divine for strength,
pleading for survival and continued life,
praying to the endless twilight for salvation.

I’ve strung ropes from tower to tower,
festooned panes with garlands, and draped
golden chains from star to star, all while dancing.

Now unshackled, I can die alone,
or perhaps find someone to share a meal,
for in the end, it’s all up to us.

:: 03.10.2023 ::


Into My Garden My Souls


i drowned inside the well of the deepest heart i’ve known
it’s not a drink nor the sight of a swollen moon but the face of your love,
and it would destroy me to have you, and i burn for you,
i drown for >you< and my umbrella heart
saved my soul from drowning but not from the well of
the deepest heart i’ve known and i die for you,
no matter whatever happens and all that you’ve done,
and all the dying flowers of forgotten lovers
i will always drown inside the deepest heart


I – LOVE

Oh blood, the life force that doth flow,
Invisible rivers that run below,
A crimson tide that feeds the heart,
A surreal canvas, a work of art.

The essence of life, the essence of death,
Bound together in a surrealistic breath,
A dance of light and shadow in the veins,
A surreal world where love and loss reigns.

In this surreal realm, where beauty lies,
And reality is often disguised,
Blood becomes a symbol of love and strife,
A dreamlike essence that gives us life.

For in the flow of every heart,
Is a surreal beauty that sets us apart,
A crimson thread that connects us all,
And leads us through this surrealistic ball.

So let us embrace this surrealistic flow,
And the beauty of the blood that we know,
For in its rhythm, we find our beat,
And the surrealistic dance that makes us complete.

:: 03.09.2023 ::


Never Forgotten Is Love

After seasons have passed,
love creates a beautiful death
as hearts crawl like tiny creatures
righteous as tender memory.

Between life and death,
we love and love until bliss
through youth, mid-life, and golden ages
as the heart begs for more.

If we are not remembered,
if love is forgotten,
then life becomes rough
and we are left unremembered.

:: 03.07.2023 ::