Tag Archives: #thoughts

NEVER BELIEVE IN DEATH

I knew you in my melted golden fields
(so give me your hands upon my face)
I knew you in my fields of youthful bliss
i crumbled in tears too
i stood tall then fell eagerly
to remember how i helped you to escape
but you left me in ashes // together\\
i knew you in my melted golden dreams
(so give me your heart upon my soul)
I knew you in my eyes of sightless hope!
i drowned so far away from you Oh!
I knew you i knew you!
i knew you and so i cried remembering
how death touched our love –~ A flower
within a thing of thorns that never says
how, “i knew you in my melted golden fields”
(if this life is not worth living i give
it to God if the devil doesn’t catch it)
and don’t cry sweet lover — it’s never
the end of our smiles and happy times
and the fire eats everything good
but that’s no way to live — living i say
i have so good the memories of you
baby you gave me a life i never knew
and i knew you within my melted golden fields
so give me your hands upon my face baby

:: 09222015 ::


IF THOUGHTS WERE WORDS

IF thoughts were words
that never choose
a human tongue
IF difference a dance
that ceased in ruse
of will and thought
the world a place
for love and hearts
that never abuse

:: 09212015 ::


I THROW EVERYTHING INTO THE FIRE

I listened to my heart
and wrote a postcard
all for you
My mouth is dry and i
give all my love
till my beating heart
refuses shadows so…
i write, “I love you,
and honor that one thing
that speaks while my
mind says another”
I’m arrested in all my
confusion of how i walked
for miles toward you
and ignored how bright
your sun burns” So today
I removed my heart to
revenge myself cause
i knew how much i loved
you /\ And men are not meant
to attain pure happiness
learning is not knowing
and hate is a rage so blind
that carries love away

:: 09192015 ::


I AM REVELED IN LIFE

I am reveled in life
wishing once, death.
Mortal wounds,
spiritual battles
upon the same
battlefield called life!
The difference between
life and death:
Wait and Hope.

:: 09192015 ::


HISTORY OF THE SCREW

AND within the beautiful
where i never knew
within the bountiful
love
i once tasted life
then knew as a screw
tightly bounded by
wood and you
that shaped the thread
of my heart by helix
–not a spiral
and as the first screw
factory — my love,
it was a financial failure!

:: 09-13-2015 ::


S O L D O U T WHORE

THERE is a word that publishers
prefer, called
:::::::::::::::
S O L D O U T:::::::::::::
like a flower that bees prefer
and prostitutes of words
call CASH-IN like a white guy
named MICHAEL who couldn’t get
his poem published changed his
skin changed his soul and a name:

–> YI-FEN CHOU <—
makes me sick
literal whore
literary star
so sue me like all the waves
of a blue ocean i live within
and BEST AMERICAN POETRY
can go suck my cock
(hehe) better if with ink
like a false witness //lost
my patience for writers so cheap
they feed their egos with fire
and ashes of babies called poems
go fuck yourself

:: 09-13-2015 ::


CAT AND MOUSE CONVERSATION

THE cat with three eyes
saw the mouse with two
said the mouse to the cat,
“i’ll gladly give you cheese
for an eye” whisker-twitching
thinking-cat pondered…
said, “if the toy gets trapped
under the refrigerator,
was it ever a toy at all”
the mouse wept knowing
a third eye is god-like

:: 09-11-2015 ::


THEN YOU SHALL KNOW THEM

THEN there are those whose
(i am uninvited) fields glow
wishes as those thickest
flowerSTEM towers,
which piercing flesh say,
“you are not our own”
the orchids have teeth
speaking clearly to those
preventing me to ENTER
unharmed/ on a thought of
boosted summerHeat roaming
splinters the elitist say
“the words say you are not
of these called life”
glancing my eyes toward
the evolutionary shores
of humanity i can see
the fish hurling themselves
onto the shore speaking
ME.
i am regarded by no one
even ME

:: 09-10 2015 ::


PERFECT ONE

My deartest
I should never
express I am
empty compared
to your heaven
that I am which
by nature expressed
this then is the incomparable
love. A flower whose name
the angels sing,
“Destiny” love So sweetly
gentle heart come toward
the love given by the Hand
of Our Eternal One
Oh! Love! I await for you
in all my tenderest patience
you, the Perfect One!

:: 09-06-2015 ::


EVERYTHING ARE WORDS

EVERYTHING are words
now They are
sound. Their color sings
Opera and Rock and Jazz
and scripts of celluloid
movies all
Mixed within my mind
I 8 desperation
defated in this flesh
I Am
wondrously here//-all
of my heart spilling poetry
:: 09-09-2015 ::