see me through
today — the walls
so grand and
what height!
I [my soulBones] tired
but that heart still beats!
and I wish my mind
were a heart — thoughts
like blood coursing
through my life
my unspeakable —
teach meStrength!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
I do miss
Th. feathered
creature. [e]
a tickle-beak
upon my hand
as I feed her my
flying dreams!
:: 07-23-2014 ::
THE day’s assault
dimming
a waning
flame trimming
and now the shadows
Delightfully skip-grow
as the sun dip below
the lost chances
of another beautiful day
Dusk, tell me lies
And so,
the truth of love
:: 07-23-2014 ::
In the dark of day
a sunlight of burning
I paid a price for life
this I did — today
She took my pocket
so full of heart
and said today
“Tis the price of love”
I had no pennies
just a hope
that priceless
throne of bliss
Today I paid
a debt of faith
in the dark of day
I paid a price for life
:: 07-21-2014 ::
“WHAT fear my love
if kisses mend pain”
I see shadows
my lover
“then I send
my soul across
the night”
It does well dear
but monsters
need affection
so they live
“Then my love
I send some to
those shadows too”
:: 07-20-2014 ::
HAVE you seen the beauty-birth?
A nature-thing that smells baby
A feathered soul thin bone
A gentle blade of green soul
I kiss the soul of that One
:: 07-20-2014 ::
Your dolls grin in my summer
melted silver-plastic sins
and I heard a crow caw
all for my belated needs
I never tended to life
and I find myself six feet deep
My pall bearer lover needs
me and my simple sweet soul
All for you I oiled your soul machine
and I am cosmic mechanic heart
I have the skills to fix your devour-mouth
My pall bearer sees crow caw
and I’m still six feet under…
Under your high heel career
and Versace style psychotic need
And who (you) bury my bleeding
I keep your longest kiss under
— neath my broken bone cap knees
and nothing hurts like your mouth
: 07-16-2014 ::
my wooden staircase creaks
[a heart broken by feet]
and weeks the measure — my neck
what month long that noose stretched!
a hooded man in black
shared a joke — the pun a trapdoor
i fell —
for the line
a broken neck upon
a heart string
D
R
O
P
:: 07-10-2014 ::
tweedle-dee my lover me
I saw a bumble bee dew
a revolt in colonies ensued
and I choked honey across
a field so wide my Queen
And in my pain I refrain!
the high winds coming
and a rain in my vein
— drowns all the worker bees
so sorry my aching thorax
a buzzing in my head
no pollination in my heart
just a fire death in the rain
and I smell it heading my way!
My flower dream is so close
but ah, I surely died today
:: 07-03-2014 ::
SALVADOR Dali
taught me
all I need to know
about reality
Its a canvass
moderately melted
in the mind’s furnace
07-04-2014 ::
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