OH little soul — rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now. And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder) she is the warmth of love.
(somewhere within her smile she knows)
Oh the movement you need is upon your knees: crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!
Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.
Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know. How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.
What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.
Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms. As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and believe me: let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try? Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.
Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain. Let me know the way.
Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.
:: 09.26.2021 ::
i see the night star shinning so brightly
i feel the pain within my soul …
how the air is my last Testament of dreams
i am a traveling soul without boundaries
and my elders lost their grip upon me
oh how much shall be revealed
when at last the sun beats down upon
my face oh oh …gentlemen kneel
as the clear skies rain
I am a chord of grace & not a word
heard i relate — oh, oh, yeah
oh, oh, how flesh eats my soul
How forefathers gave and their
women wept for their pain and love
rambling wondering and writing words
crying silently and never lord oh never
weeping the pain of my skin and soul
(wait for me) i cry oh how i know
| all i see turns to dirt |
and if a sound burns to ground
i sing with eyes /if i lose my mind
\ then with my mouth!/
Ooh some such angel oooooooooh
touch my Spirit.
:: 06.28.2021 ::
DEATH sheltered upon the spit of dying souls;
sun and heat a giant cat with one flat foot
upon a devil’s wing — the homosexual and
amorous spirits that cross a garden in dead
of night make scary sounds.
my throat an elevator from heaven descending
toward hell with every swallow; my non-
existent ring upon a broken finger as throbbing
to smell the clean spirit of angels are as hanging
clothes upon a clothesline within a Spring’s breeze.
:: 09.21.2020 ::
my part a half of whole
a thought a slice of more
that my life lived and soared
my part your half our none
an emotion : the wave of ocean
that my life becomes
Life and as one
than one and whole?
:: 04-03-2014 ::
How long….how long can i hold your hand
within the darkness of this night!
Look! The moon shines — sweet heart / shines\
i have not felt flesh moreless a caring hand within this
venture called Life. Beautiful.
And now you chance the winds , the rain, and the world?
and of me?
I am drunk, high … i am fixated upon beauty of a heart
as you are.
We could cross the road toward wilderness or toward
the concrete city — i prefer wilderness.
Where we can be brilliant intelligent animals fornicating
under the silver light of the Moon.
Stay near. Me. So that I cam smell your skin and fill
my lungs with you.
:: 09.09.2020 ::
TO never solve miracles of science
TO never have crawled out of a c–ave
although some are a blessing
to a curse
some ensure military solutions
never understood words : but if
i ever lose my love | IF i ever lose
my Faith …my faith in you |
come home with me…that i may fill
my arms with you.
:: 08.07.2020 ::
as a falling note
upon the wishes
oh those dreams
:: 07.23.2020 ::
TOO! i am too tired for Love___i drained
my member silently this day: of no love,
fanfare nor beauty i did this to die again/
the sun was rolling upon my house’s roof
and all the neighborhood dogs howled
in joy at the large yellow bouncing ball
of fire and death\and me –alone.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
DEFINITELY a few minutes ago
: walked within your footsteps/
walking — oh, walking in your
footsteps\ hey mister, i would
not ask for more (i would not walk
within those foot steps) but could you
sing to me about how mighty brontosaurus
died even built three stories high: he
would never hurt a fly…
walking within those same footprints
are my own foot-steps…
:: 07.16.2020 ::
V[this is where Vee go ]
i split the atom of a glyph
i did without a spade nor
the sting of a royal bee
: this i did for all of
:: 07.13.2020 ::
[extract: The Destruction of Western Alphabet –eprobles–]