Tag Archives: #prose

KEEP ME AWAKE AND ALIVE

SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away

:: 07.16.2020 ::


RESPONDS TO ALL THREATS

within THAT part of humanity
that responds to all threats
we tell ourselves: we shall
bury you ; beneath our tears
i scream toward my little boy
run and hide across all
political fences ::we share all
same biology:: regardless of
ideology / if history was
a President there’d be no such
thing as subscribed views |
my sweet butterflies
my royal golden bees
my children are this world
we share such the same
and wishing God too.

:: 07.16.2020 ::


OVER BORDERS OVER FRONTIERS

WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’

‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’

i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion

:: 07.16.2020 ::


UNLOVED LIBRA LIFE

i was seemingly me: walking down the plank
boards of society: nothing glows brighter than
bitter symphony awakened to the
light of love ==
i can hear the most
i can change the most

So i praised the long journey
believing everything so finished
so its just the beginning
NEVER saying what i hear from the woods
/seeds of birth\
i have never died an unlived life
Cherubs eating orchid flowers
bizardley arranged : i shall never
draw aside the veil of love,

TO BE UNDERSTOOD
is greatering than understanding

:: 07.15.2020 ::


EYES OF IBEX

WATCHING the animal within her cage;
eyes of ibex and look too closely
into an eye –> it is the sound of the class
you are / e v e r y t h i n g is where
it belongs\ all inside
and all — right where it
belongs as if everything
around you aren’t quite as
it seems )( negative reflections
: a l l you wish to be | but if you
could look right through Christ —
would you find yourself afraid?
to see as Narcissus staring and
hiding within a tree — so everything
around you are not quite as it seems
and the world you used to know
was an elaborate dream.
hey! wait! i have a new complaint
dressed myself within angel’s hair
and baby breath /broke your hymen with
-in prose-purple noose.

:: 07.15.2020 ::


WITHIN THE BUSIED DAISIES

within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
   feeling (like
feeling)  oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.

:: 07.14.2020 ::

[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]


LOVE IS GRANDER

AS someone in love
i have fallen for you
i have fallen into
  how Love is grander
than a cheap house
  or a mountain upon
the highest of hills
as someone in love
i have become sillier
i have become stabler
  how Love is grander!

:: 07.14.2020 ::


WITHIN THE BLUE-LONGEST NOW

WITHIN the longest NOW (love)
melted me
melted my mind
but never my THOUGHTS
(buh-bump yea) so long
was this shortest JUMP
broke my femur
so cut’em between my
knees/
now forever bleedin’
screaming, meaning
i once believed in
l o ve.

;; 0142020 ;;


TOO MANY EYES?

     IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
   * wreck yourself
   * be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
     tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
     o f YOUR MIND.

:: 07142020 ::


THIS POET WROTE:

THIS POET WROTE:
while leaves march down an empty alleysuddenly she is barely holding upon the blue skies /of punch red-blue\of a galant southern magnolia sweetand fresh of a sudden burning smellfruit for the fallen souls are we forever together.
far so for father trick of mind/here is a Strange Tale\upon his tomb stone. this POET WROTE
:: 07.13.2020 ::