Tag Archives: #words

TIME STEP STOLEN MOMENTS

Time step; THE stolen moments
where pain stops and dreams
become real.
threaded through the space
of love-eyes as sung-sings
past-present and futures.

Hearts: the mountain’s rivers
released as a knot torn out
of an awakened mind.

The many but few against the
unaware mass of deepest
sleepers denying the One Light!

AND the blazing sun and all stars
unjustly crowded by deep spacing
, and echoes of Divinity –
lies /have greater ripples
fatter, clutching
dimmer light, U-
understand \
as the Earth seizes-weezes
a bloodclot from its global nose.

MindSphere greetings goes wild,
textPerts too,

a darkMuscle-blood, it too
conceals itself folded within
the secrets and shadows it
carries within most humanity.

Reproduction by
fear, greed, hate, and envy

it buds.

:: 01-04-2017 ::


A LATE NIGHT FEELING

Yes, my love you do realize
I have not touched your soft
skin yet but I have touched
your softer soul? And how
should I lift my Spirit toward
the great distance between us
two? That is a feeling of great
pain but I would gladly share
it with this darkness and all
lost things to hold your hands,
my dear.
But then again, apart we are
but together within heart and Soul:
what touches you touches me.

And if I sing a sad song you sing
a happy one — and if you drop
your precious tears I catch them
within my lips and save them
for your moments of joy.

And what universal player is
this thing we call love?

O sweet song!

:: 12-30-2017 ::


TWO PURPLE TULIPS

THE ENTIRE Earth: a watch
that tells the heart when
you are awake and sleeping.

I feel
the movement of Beethoven’s
Sonatas and your dreams:
like a butterfly sighing
and escapes from between
your parting lips dreaming of me.

Then as though upon the
tips of tulips I am flying!
Searching vast fields to
find the one beautiful
perianth: and your berries
within the tulip’s ovary!

And now my search is found
within a forest of fragments
of greens, browns, sparrows,
and splintered wood:

The Earth’s watch has stopped
for eternally us!
Away with nature’s winds!

a lifetime,
a lifetime,

together within eternity
and two purple tulips
excited that fiber of time
has climaxed upon our moment!

:: 12-30-2017 ::


IF HEART COULD ENCOMPASS

IF heart could encompass
The entire love of life
By sight, smell and mouth,
An attack of Heart and Soul
ensues.

Is the fabric of being human too;
and the compass confused!

:: 12-28-2017 ::


POEM No. 9

……….

I am love
AND THOUGHT
THE EVERY
emotion of life!

the smallest
and biggest FAILURE!

THE kiss upon the
cheek of life!

THE birth! AND
death of thoughts!

The sincerest touch
of compassion
and forgiveness!

My arms open for all!
who wish to be
my friend — I am you.

As the great SPIRIT
encased within flesh
as we all are blind
to the deepest truths;

but we know we know!
THE TRUTH!

BY DIVINE BEING

we are the MORE!

:: 12-27-2017 ::


YOUNG MAN

young man LOOK behind
those that came before
you
young man a lot like me
a lot like you before
me (before I was 24)
And time and life is
a lot like space time just
us
I’ve lived inside my mind
— just a paradise
like a heart that won’t
die like so many before us
Oh lullaby i say like a
rusty nail that won’t
get tossed
oh love, i need someone
who will love me
the whole day through
so much so i sing
your lullaby
watching everyone
walking through the
looking glass —
but i’m all for you
So young man
love begets love
and fear less
If you want a life.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


LIKE AN ANGEL

On the cover everything seems so swell
but …

Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole

Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere

And within your heart
I wish to be

Like an angel hovering
above the storm

Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes

Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you

I’ll wait for you…

Like an angel singing
to all of heaven

Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing

I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


THE WORLD PART THREE OF WAR

THE boots are marching
through the cities,
mud, and frost
The boots are marching
and they bring red capes
across the borders

The boots who stamp
their footprints upon
the faces of the dead,
dying, and fearful
are coming

But the four seaons
are unpreturbed by
human nonesence
and the world turns
the world turns
within fire, blood,
and anguish …
the pain of living.

And the boots
they are marching
into the THIRD!

:: 12-23-2017 ::


THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH

I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.

:: 12-22-2017 ::


12-19-2017

THE heart has feet and bravely walks —
Frequently are of no color but all
frequently are of all hurt souls
Frequently are the dreams of all.

My own Spirit
My own screams
My own broken heart

And back to the square
of needing

As often a cranny
Where it used to be-
Shifts the paradigm

And Earth upon Axis turned!
The Council of twelve performed!

:: 12-19-2017