MORE evil
than gods &
loathing smiles
while wringing my
hands — at two-lips
so beveled
god the martini slog
~ so brutal taking life as
it is and miles to go
before I am useless.
:: 06-22-2017 ::
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MORE EVIL THAN GODS
JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM
JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.
Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;
Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!
:: 06-24-2017 ::
COSMIC FIRE
LIFE-like a breeze inside the soul
to look at me isn’t all you see
a lightblue sun inside my eyes
and shadows beneath the knees
it’s a silly man who isn’t crazy
but God knows it better
than you or me
When you awaken come to me
When you awaken from this dream
Someday when we all come home,
home to that single point;
in a cosmic fire you’ll find
whatever it is you’re looking for
whether or not it’s me
:: 05-21-2017 ::
T I L T
T I L T
WHEN the ground becomes the wall
Spring to Summer and to Fall
is when the world begins to tilt
destroying all that’s been built
We start to awaken within our sleep
we’re everything to no one while
expecting fear to face retreat
we tilt /
jilted we scream and fall
while the world becomes
our wall |xxx|
:: 06-15-2017 ::
ENTRY 4 June 2017
THAT I never once held you
My hands tremble to remember
As water falling eventually flows
The tears too; we know.
THAT I never once kissed you
My heart achingly braves patience
My Soul too; it glows.
There within the beauty of Life
A nestled fire gem sparkling;
LOVE
:: 06-04-2017 ::
DARLING, THE WORLD IS COMING TO ITS END
Darling, the world is coming to its whimpering End.
By large bouts of fits and raging fear! This same time next
week; our last dance upon the small head of a broken pin.
And the frogs, butterflies, and ravens are singing:
“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —
But you do. I am so afraid…”
And even though we have plundered all the good deeds
And majestic elements of this beautiful world the Stars
Above shall watch you and me. Hand in hand we will
Walk across the melting pebbles and sands and dip
Our essence into the once blue oceans and leave our
Things behind, even our bones and skin!
And the last flower, blue jay, and dragonfly will sing:
“We don’t have to go, no, not a one of us —
But you do I am so afraid for humanity!”
:: 06-04-2017 ::
THE FAMILY CHERRY STONER
i have allowed the world
to rape me with its eyes
and with thoughts they have
stabbed me through.
be kind be grateful
i have heard these voices pray
a shattered-like brown preserving
jar broken too;
a squashing pressure perturbing
my heart ~ a *Family Cherry Stoner
making six goblets redder than life
a condiment bottle for my tears
a broken doll upon crutches
fixing it’s wooden puzzles
And my bed, the gathering basket
upon the bread which lay my Soul;
and there i go! Falling upward
and begging so!
:: 05-29-2017 ::
*(Circa 1880-1900: advertised as “The Family Cherry Stoner,” the cherry pitter–intended to remove the stone without squashing the fruit was a popular kitchen item).
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