precis give me a life-line
and off my mind
waiting and hoping academia
will come back — waiting,
flooding tears all along
university walls:
i wait
cry
and hoping you’ll come back.
(what? a precis for every
poem? Okay)
:: 07.21.2020 ::
CASTED away
as an island
out at sea
i ate the
sunlight see?
with a mouth
larger than it
should be i
swallowed the
bright bee.
Sets me free
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:: 07.21.2020 ::
DREAMING closely i kissed nature
within everything and where it
was: dreaming i dreamt i was
back within myself
within a stain’d-spot
counting all the looks &
remembering all souls’ reflection
(is it all i wish to be?)
i find myself too afraid to
see. Dreaming delusions of
a storm of phantom numbers
where all beings die:
almost 8 billion years after
Earth ceases to exists —
is there any lamp post to see?
are the alley’s shadows all
you wish to be?
many wise hearts speak-spoken
so mysterious and fashionably
sensible you failed —
life breaks my heart.
:: 07.19.2020 ::
MY part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our one
an emotion that wave of ocean
that my dreams becomes Life
and as one what more
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
rev 07192020
Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
–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.
eating all these words while hiding
within a tree is this nature-woman.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
rev: 07192020
WHO ever promised a soul
who ever prophetized love
who ever it was
had no human name
or so
it seems
dropping in pieces
falling in me’s and you’s
dropping in reasons
i’m calling it cream of you
Falling every way in small
pieces of insanity
i can see brilliant
Light of Life
it is chasing my chakra-heart
…
born north of Tropicana
i landed upon the back of a blue
scarab and went for a world-tour
and met anyone who is/has been/was/
will be anyone and so several times
came across me. Seemed i was doing
something against nature walking
in through the outdoor
:: 07.19.2020 ::
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