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When i swore today
on a still summer
edge come flowers
to play
So long ago
i haven’t been
home for so long
and in a shape of man
the snow was gone
it’s the sleep of the dead
and a letter of some summer
like a dusty road
his body wore nights gone
all within snow. And fairies drew near
I saw them dancing in the leaves
and eerily played in rings
My soul grew not to fear them
And i was taken to a place
the Hall of All Knowledge
to play with to-morrow;
and death holds my heart no longer
and when i swore today on a still
summer edge come flowers
to play — so long ago
i dream to be to-morrow
only the heart knows!
:: 02-05-2015 ::
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AND when feathers
touched my face
I did well upon
grayish skies
Upon stormy nights
as heaven opened
but denied my soul.
And pain comes upon
sheets of forgetful
promises
i placed my mortal
feet upon Luna
and pushed aside;
what I do well.
I did well, when
walking through the
forest and chased
the fairies across
the golden line
and found my soul;
their land seems
phantasmagoric
(unlike mine)
:: 01-17-2015 ::
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Climb –>
so high, climb!
across the culture
and dividing line
(of religions)
What I have seen
is so noble!
Fortunately we have
pigskin suitcases
–> watertight
beating within
our bursting chests
I saw an angel
she blew me a kiss!
:: 01-17-2015 ::
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It’s been some hurting time: I lost it in a dial of fountain garbage youth — catfish mouth hooks and I never saw you sorry inside
Boreas is colored freezer pain! I haven’t had a hand job or pie Since the government gave me opportunity or more chances than churches where Jesus hangs on solemn walls while
flesh bags cry and pray for all their sins in a covered wagon somewhere in the 1950s black and white television. Gee I never knew ancient ones wore makeup and butterfly Lips like a hungry flower in a whore field. The sky gave me her scars like purple vaginas missing periods for months.
And Billy went to the store to pick up a jar of fat pickles. She never reached behind the curtain but I had my dummy and a fist beneath his cheap shirt making all the moves of a failed life.
11-03-2014 ::
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“i am ugly but i dream”
said the toad.
“And I am wings,
but just butterfly”
said the forest princess.
And the dream with wings
flew toward the morning glory,
and all her dew;
and nothing could deny
the forest bloomed
in a marriage of
hope and despair!
:: 10-28-2014 :
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my bottledWord by sea,
tossing dipping
drowing almostly by
squalls and the hot
blood of ocean
My penKnew inklings,
like severeKraken
gripping timeHearts
And where my heartWords?
Wash ashore — neatly
within my bottledSoul
only the future knows,
but myTimeBymoments
— my future friend,
I do love you like
today — I wear you
when I swim!
:: 10-22-2014 ::
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My feet so tiny,
by comparison
to life!
My mouth a hole,
one I never knew!
Life consumes me,
and thoughts too,
like…
tinyEyes upon
a broadBare face,
eaten tearsby time.
And the criminal,
love that steals!
A goodness lit me
when a morrow rose!
:: 10-24-2014 ::
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i watched a bug cross
a hear(t) – hearing,
listening to a tune
// celestial whore //
and the fingerGod
of myMind squashed
the meaning of itsLife
then i knew the mud
and the strife of
DNA and the life
sparkingHearts (–)
Life, not so precious
unless the mind
can kill it +
:: 10-25-2014 ::
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The enormous crowd of my secret thoughts
knocked upon the door-soul of my heart
Just today, absent any butler
I had to answer — I saw his coattails
fleeing summer that was my butler.
And the face of the door smiled
but the knob too hot to hold
and my feet a pool of cold sweat
knowing my thoughts that revisit today.
I only had — wished I had, a new thought
but could only feel the deepening dread.
And the door opened…
:: 10-20-2014 ::
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We are comforted within my skin
the pillow-clouds of revelation,
by self and ‘me’ are easy on us.
The ugly scars of life my lips.
The bruised heart my portrait
for the blooming fields of love.
We are comforting within this skin.
The hands calloused by lying souls,
my self and ‘we’ are this grip,
that no strongest wind can break.
We are the verified self.
:: 10-20-2014 ::
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