Tag Archives: #words

Sun Day Dreaming

we crushed love
being so easy!
just simply
you and me
yes longings linger
just singing,
‘sweet dreams
a dreaming’
we got to keep
dreaming,
a tip-toeing
across hearts
ain’t too simple
but bravely kissing
the sweetest dream
i beamed a sunday
dreaming windows
breathing wind
all across the sheets
of my only loving
i know;  and my
stars fading braving
your kiss lingering
all saying maybe
— sweet dreams
i always knew of you

:: 03-14-2015 ::


OH, POET? DO SPEAK!

Oh, poet?  Do speak!
the mumbling-foolery
a pompous excursion
of expanded hearts
By anonymous nameless ages
we are the forgotten souls
let our words survive
and what is the flesh
when matched against words?
NOTHING!
sO, –i PRAISE
the temple God
of scribbled notes
and let my skin fold
inside the vase of time

:: 01-22-2015 ::


BABY EYE

baby eye — so sad and quiet
you sit there in a bundle
and i can hear your breathing
and what heart beats there
a honey-soul to be loved
or one that conquerors

I sat beneath a tree
when i carried you there
and prayed to God
let this one be great
and move hearts —
a ladybug kissed me

I fell into a sleep
and watched your words
and that pen wrote
beautiful poetry too
tears of both sides
that coin always spinning

baby eye — so sad and quiet
your feet pink and tiny too
and those angel-lips pouty
what words will you write
another language angelic script
the first word — coo

so beautiful like the wind
so true like summer colors
a kiss from you is heaven
so i sit here beneath the tree
and kiss the heavens in bliss
its your true colors and words

:: 04-15-2014 ::


VULGARITY

‘Honesty’ doing its best impression
of being a pimp.

:: 04-07-2014 ::


THE SCHOOL OF FOOLS

THERE in an instant
once labeled
becomes a thing
other than itself
before — a clean slate
maybe more
now caricature
of ‘this’ and ‘how’

The linears need
their lines and rules
to fit preconceived notion
into their folds
but ‘things’ are not
and rules do beg
to smother and kill
the ‘self’ — many holes
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