Tag Archives: #words

YEARNING, CRYING, WAITING

Yearning, crying, waiting
I was hoping I could
try, year, and wait
and my eyes keep on
falling tears waiting
yearning and crying
trying — so I’m
waiting just for you!
So, in hoping cause
you’re the one I love
why, crying all night long
wishing someday soon
something changes so
you’ll be all just mine
and thank God I’m
alive just for you!

:: ~~ ::


LOVE AND LIGHT

WHAT majesty does beauty born
when natural acts become love
lest pain or fear for these,none!

Invite such love and light
and confuse not between past and fear!
Let bloom both love and light
Come…
I say live
away from those weak shadows.

:: ~~ ::


C: i

FEAR is a bridge
  of egg shells
below boiling
yoke’s tears
the mighty
weightlessness
   of delightful love
kisses you and all is
as when landscapes
are within mountainous
hearts, dear —
  with each fear or tear
or bare hands or gloves
  love is love and
his and hers, a rumor:
rolls across the land
  into my mind
and wishing your room
is large enough for
  my truth and yours!
:: 10102015 ::

BY THE MOON

PUT to sleep my dreams
and give me familiarity
send to me a ferocious
phenomenon of 1920s
where i find myself
where i find myself
again . . .
an age of dramatic call
of social and political
change — i prayed
i knew what i did
so many years ago
i became what i am
a gigantic uvula
of perturbed gesticulation
 of all the faces passing by
i’ve no choice but to follow
bright lights, people, and the
moon at night  and what i do
is so wrong; you’ll never
hear my feet or my presence
in the sharp fang of my teeth
I could never show my face
at noon and you’ll only see
me walking at night by a moon
I’ve a face unrevealed
  and the hands of a priest
while i stalk you  feeling
how trapped i’m in this life
like an innocent lamb
always walking by the light
of the moon;  i’m the face
of a sinner and have no shape
while the moon hangs over you
:: 10042015 ::

I WERELINGS LIKENESS SAVINGS (TROLLS)

we werelings like savings (trolls dancing
beneath bridges) coins in pockets clanging
like silver hearts whose words like lips
closed speaking and two foot liking
here of this earth dancing Eine kleine Nachtmusik,
K525! we order a life and they send us a thought
(like someone ordered pie) and let us dance over
smashed words — open broken vows of oath so
trembling cracked — smiles ~~ i see nothing
but drenching spray of pink and white and reds
all across this unbelievable lovely life! So dance,
sing! Twirling souls have no time for fear
or hurt or pain!

:: 07-25-2015 ::


THE SUN EATING SKIES

i can hear the footsteps of God
i feel Him falling feet upon
my heart
I see the sun eating skies
i taste love in all tears
of souls
if one plus one equals two
then lovers are balanced
by the love of the sun
if i kiss you then love
we are One

i heard the mystics singing
where enchantment was hand-
in-hand with seasons
and teaching us to love
for goodness sake —
myself two-and-two together
walking in Dragon shadow
at one fine October season
and legends can teach us
to love two-in two
showing how a pure heart
is loved by the sun
loved by the One and
words are grown by mystics
but love by the sun
:: ;09292015 ::


JESUS KEEPS ON CRYING AND IT’S RAINING

Before I was confused the lie was on my head
at crossroads for my heart goes out across
the south into the west right upon the stomach
of truth you hold ; i abused, sweet baby
i have no idea where you’ve been // hypnotized
me again (/?)because who wanted it again //
if sometimes my heart stays within your soul
//oh oh ,ah, ah…ah…oh , ah…LIFE is
a lover carrying this soul like flowers
to his woman and i don’t know // a second season
and this message is a mad hatter carrying
suspicious messages, importing the cruelty of roses
and Jesus keeps on crying and the clouds raining
and my skin like the poisonous fragility of ice
newly formed upon an old pool — i am the fire
who grew so low ooh oh. And Jesus keeps on crying
and it’s raining //

:: ;09292015 ::


THE SIMPLE UGLINESS

Saturday was a good day so kicked off my shoes
and ran through the sand along Pensacola beach
Sadder days are like broken billboards yeah
along the promenade of empty streets
I listen to my radio and shut you out
I seem to be the only one who walks alone
I took a swim inside me and the ocean joined
sea turtle spread it’s fins and pushed
away the water to move like i walk alone
on the streets of broken billboards along the
promenade of my mind
Sometimes I know I am the convulsed mind of
of my moon across the ocean
ugh, fill my microscopic heart with (black tiny
things where a large beach crosses) and my voice
is mimicking my dead heart so dull my senses
delirium!

:: 09292015 ::


ALL WE ARE IS ALL WE ARE

say i say         i am so alright
i am me and forever
forgiving how the sun
is my skin oh son
i look like you and even
though mother looks like
someone you are me my son
and everything i blame
in shame — a choking sun
in all 0ur sun i feel as one
and love you love you
love you love you
i wish i was a silver snail
crawling all along infinity
and we sing, ‘in the sun we
feel so warm, in the sun,
we crawled across the sands
of life’ if i was so like you
i say i’m not you in my nasty
salt i am all to blame and
seeing you praying under the
sunlight blub sun i sing,
“wishing all of my apologies
are so sweet like so like
sherbert sweet ice and i know
i am the one to blame i receed
from choking ashes of blame
and feel the sun and feel as one
and i scream: say i say i’m so
alright i am me and forever
forving how the sun is my skin
oh love oh love of all of us
is all is all we all and i look
like you and so all we are is
all we are…all we are is all
we are..all we are is all we all

:: 09222013 ::


VOCAL ELECTROCUTION (THIS POEM is necessary)

i walk electric steps          speaking vocal electrocution
i bleed tiny snap’o fire
micro NSA chips
and falling fire-feet
of my “I never dreamed:
I never dreamed Oh never dreamed
I would ever meet someone like you
and time moves AND how life
moves away how it moves away
not that anything is really here
and I walk electric steps
whispering my energy;
vocal electrocution
the greyness of life is love
perhaps like a smile in sky
and your smile SO like a child
and her soul: plays a wicked
game to do to dream love and
innocence is alive and how
i love ~~~~how i want to fall
and how i want to believe in
to believe in you

:: 09222015 ::