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A BLUE OCEAN WITHIN A JAR
i took a walk along
the pyre of my burning life
watched how you smiled
behind those tears of sorrow
and the bridge to hades
narrow but straight
saw the crow above a black star
it dropped-dove across my path
then ate my heart
i’m not much too sad
but just a bit happy
i’m not much too glad
loving was just a fad
like the crow eating my soul
and the dirty breeze cuts
through me, twitches the
soul hanging on the line
of sparkling clean sheets
it’s the consummation
of a hateful nation
the little crustacean
crawling ashore
to find marriage; the sure
cure for chronic masturbation.
:: 12172015 ::
DEFINING LOVE
within the world’s dictionaries
the word, ‘love’ has the most
definitions
but within the heart only one:
“F I R E !!!”
:: 12122015 ::
THE LAST HOPE GONE
THE SOUL sat upon a leaf
gently comforting me
I felt sun by moon
as gentle as the bee
Stress gave way to smile
the day made sky
burst worthwhile
then lost by physiognomy!
And skies so beautifully
blue became deeper blue
as a beating bruise upon
my mortal heart!
:: 12092015 ::
ART FLIES
IS art the free flying bird
without constraints of
morality?
IS life the weight of shoves
setting traps for the dove
of peace and love?
I can only
(no, you do not think)
then we know what
is within our veins
the false fox hole
where there are atheists
we wept searching for the
forest and maybe hills
the home: where souls
rest from drills
I saw/see the beauty of
art in all solidarity
it brings together all
of precious humanity
P E A C E bee with
nature and spirit!
:: 12102015 ::
p h i l o p h o b i c
we lived ~~~
loved always
lived BY inspiration
as anyone worthy
One dignity pauses
for all when you
I WAS loved
Whispering “I am simply
excited by your dignified
attendant; watch my feet
so-heart telling
coach me (but you…you
are not allowed) so invited
the skies || I greet you
warm by the soul’s ermine
protected by ancient
escutheon //and many too
weak by life’s winter-tide
this covert life i expected
i am forever alone since
you’re uninvited
and I am Philophobic
a strangely exciting pain
of emotional detachment
pushes away the vow of
my commitment:
solitude and grieving
I am love but fragmented.
:: 12102015 ::
R E Q U I E S C A T
the tip of my temple eye
gazes(stealthily)
the floor of flowers
beyond the reach of
f l e s h
and only by spirit
does true love live(?)
A seed within my parched
m o u th
grew! into a single word
which i by heart and chords
sang etcetera love etcetera
” R E Q U I E S C A T !”
the resurrection of reckless
h a z a r d s
which befell my soul & /////:
H E A R T.
AND once upon a
(that is
over: and now for the grand
secret of where a true lover
goes when they shed their
mortal coil!
i(me)shall now know!
:: 12092015 ::
THE LAST HOPE GONE
THE SOUL sat upon a leaf
gently comforting me
I felt sun by moon
as gentle as the bee
Stress gave way to smile
the day made sky
burst worthwhile
then lost by physiognomy!
And skies so beautifully
blue became deeper blue
as a beating bruise upon
my mortal heart!
:: 12092015 ::
BELOW MY OWN EYES
i wish as i run thickly hurryingly
through greenery as they have taken
their last applause (the majestic angels)
above the ground soundly within the skies!
My tears (their eyes!) fall down mere feet
below my eyes leaving me upon a wooden stage
of strange life-acts. . . toward shadows
and much dismay — Upon stem, heart and soul
the life’s empty room I shall go!
:: 12072015 ::
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