Tag Archives: #poets

BIG ROOMS

A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.
AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.
A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.

And Poets never grow up
WE GROW BIG ROOMS.

:: 07-10-2018 ::


LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


DRINK THE GOD JUICE

DOUR skies slipping by
and i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice
and mama said there’d be
these days somewhere
along my path o’life
but i’m gonna drop that
devil and his wicked
truth sandwich’d between
his lying teeth

Oh yeah mama
speaking truth ~

and where’s the sane world
oh yeah oh hell oh my o’my
and the world’s sprayed
crisscrossed across the sky
aerosol demon cinema snuff
telemetry overload death
and i’m gonna go sleep
under that tree

and no need for sympathy
or tears for all this horror
cause i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice to make
it all right all right
Alright;

its a tough bitch to see
all the horror in the
light of day!

:: 05-26-2018 ::


I GIVE IT TO YOU

So many hurts so many days
so another night; slowly
closing within lonely nights.
i can remember those words
like molting lava burning,
touching me — freezing my skin
— can i still pretend
you still love me?

Feeling memories and crazy
losing sleep and found i am
way too deep into you —
i can’t believe your gone.

pretending you still hold me
AND…

Whereeever you go
i am with you
Whatever you dream
i dream too
whenever you need love
i am here for you.

after the rains
after the flames
after the tears
too.

i watch the shadows
fading —
so hithard
i cannot see who
crossed my heart

But you were the first
and shall be last

and i will be the same.
tic-tock time across
the fragile wall
and i will be back
to see who fell
across my heart:

you were the first
and will be the last.

:: 01-23-2018 ::


THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH

I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.

:: 12-22-2017 ::


A HEART OR MAYBE TWO

I have a heart or maybe two
One for me and one for you

My heart is broken
Maybe yours too

Let’s forget it all
And hang out on the clouds

The sun is all but gone
But still I have a gun

I think I’m done
Being happy

Just being happy

If I were like them
I could pretend

Just to be happy
Just to be happy

A done bun
Never undone.

Wish I was happy.

:: 12-06-2017 ::


THERE ARE AT TIMES MORE SAID

Such firey autumn colors are
within the eyes of this love
she is the season of all that
becomes a singular reason:
joy.
AND then some are storms:
the moments of ozone
burning that burns the lungs.
the purse oxygen of destructive
rebirth. But I am laughing,
sometimes crying and mostly
listening. There are at times
more said in silence than all
that has ever been spoken.
In all of history.
By the shores are waves
clapping from angel’s wings
flapping as they watch those
which are a little below them
but higher in esteem by a
Creator.
The Only One.
Above All!

:: 09-17-2017 ::


FORMLESS SOMETHING

Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!

:: 08-17-2017 ::


Your Breath

Your Breath
smells of gunpowder;
your Lips, the
colour of lies.

— 06-10-2017 —


LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT

TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!

Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?

Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!

And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.

:: 03-11-2017 ::