Tag Archives: #souls


it is the brightest of nights;
the exceptional expectation
which fate has granted the every-
NOTHING. paradoxically enough
if one believes in Life;
kissing phenomena believing
science when flasks and
atom smashers dance together
and flesh/blood kill each other
the more paradoxical enough
today my lips bled when
i spoke just a word,
and a new element born!

:: 07-08-2015 ::


i could hear the spraying    ocean singing song
when longing afar from loving shores
and there upon the moonlit sands would
i hope to see the footprints of romance
and love toward my own island-life
if i heard the praying lonely singing longing
voice upon the ocean waving wane of life


:: 07-08-2015 ::


AND so my love shall we be
the wings of a butterfly
dipping nectar -see?
Shall we gather nuts
as the squirrel does
before wintery days?
I wish — may I?
To be the crashing waves
of any shoreline!
Or the dew so heavy
it collapses the leaf
of a morning break!
So, love, what shall we
be? Doves? To spread
our wings upon the hope
of peace — yes, dear.
That is us!

:: – ::


Simply __ and my HeArt bleeds:
Dearest lost love the purple color
is now my Soul.
A heavy weight I gladly own
all to have known what I should
never have had.
I stuff clovers of four leafs
within my Heart for the Luck to
again meet you — maybe another

:: 06-05-2015 ::


AND with no curiosity
nor enjoyment for life
each knock upon my
chamber heart ignored!
THAT door once built
upon intoxicating power;
a wilted stem o’ flower
is how I see my soul!
A ceaseless disregard
for popular accord
I wish to spread
the seeds of prose
and watch the flowers grow!
and before you ever thought
of Spring did you ever see
the bluejay sing?

:: 04-10-2015 ::

Elements of Nature

AND shadows shout!
AND fog like muffled cries
obscuring life-like carnivals
when all lights sleep!

:: 05-16-2014 ::



Prejudice in society reflects
two horns and a forked tail
deep spider-mud across the land
putrid waters full of dead hearts

Prejudice in society spits
giant columns of hell fire
black doves in the Joker’s mask
four-leaf clovers spinning backwards

Prejudice seeps into the conversation
when lips and brain are not connecting
only the true soul of the bearer
Many bars in hell rejoice in drunken hiss

Clear eyes in a sheath of pure light see
there be no paradise for dark souls
a parade of masquerades for the hidden
chained links of tied tongues scream

:: 04-10-2014 ::