I have a heart or maybe two
One for me and one for you
My heart is broken
Maybe yours too
Let’s forget it all
And hang out on the clouds
The sun is all but gone
But still I have a gun
I think I’m done
Being happy
Just being happy
If I were like them
I could pretend
Just to be happy
Just to be happy
A done bun
Never undone.
Wish I was happy.
:: 12-06-2017 ::
TO everyone who has given all ~~
AND to all that have given everything;
Blessed you are and Soul.
That we all are born poor and that
Many die the same; to those who
Have learned, monetary wealth is
That great illusion!
To all who have figured — and
Shapes are words with cutting
Edges but speaking from the heart
Is softness; I say well done.
Bravo!
IF poetry is your weakness then
Love is your weapon; not to harm
But to oppress the evil that is
Abound within this realm of
Meager existence!
:: 12-04-2017 ::
KNEW you as a little child
like me you were so small
watch the clock tick and
talk my little child
So inside me
So inside you
We burn
Love like wind when
the seasons go when
the air blows
Once innocent then grown
Once loved then discarded
So inside me as within you
we burn
Everyone is a killer
Everyone is dying
Everyone kills themselves
Saw you smile / withered now
oh we burn we burn like the
lost seasons of dreams
Adults as dead children
Adults living a lie
Adults lost within life
:: 12-04-2017 ::
death is a weak spoken word
as tinder burning — my love?
We were alive! Once, when
we saw the clouds covering
the quiet land in purple
and blues my dear.
The river was rushinng
thrashing and weathering
the ancient rocks —
our hearts, too!
Many believe death is end
but for lovers the beginning!
I shall be soft while I
conqueor the living now;
I will speak your name
and the celestial beings
— they already weep!
BRIGHT is the sunlight soul
of brilliant skies!
And love is thrusted unto
the world by divine warmth!
And Kisses like a raging river
fills the belly of lonley lovers
and we weep we weep for joy!
The morning divided by shade
of a curtain called night!
The heart by pain and love
oh! Love is the Sun of all!
i saw a bushy tailed rabbit
sink into her hole! Finding
love within Mother Earth!
OH! Salvation! Salvation!
WE are the kiss given by
the One — by the One
Who gave precious Forgiveness
The forgiveness of All Us!
Lord! God! The Universe
Our Mother!
:: 12-03-2017 ::
AND
what is love?
a penny
upon the eyes?
(death)
Or grand fields
of green and
blue skies.
WHAT is death?
the last breath
wishing love?
(life)
or beautiful moments
of life remembering
small pieces of living.
And little feet running
across rice paper
like winds swaying
giant elephant ears
in late Autumn anguish.
Who alive can see these
miraclous moments//
I say a very old soul!
:: 1o2-03-2017 ::
MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone as Love and Spirit have \defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping holethat can only be filled by Light and Soul.
Gripping my throat / gripping my soul / gripping all life;
Is my fear\is my fear\is all my undying fear
AND my lover, the other; a woman who stole my heart — i gave her all
that of good & bad; and my heart — always one too!
Don’t you breath upon me my fear!
don’t you tread upon me evil one!
If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie this fact:
that many hearts are darkly lit
but never within my own heart!
:: 12-01-2017 ::
Rev: 02.24.2020
I am forgiving; forgiving for the
amount of love within my heart —
for the amount of Spirit and Soul
that this body encases.
To realize existence is not to be
alive but to acknowledge our physical
limitations and the emotions of being
simply fragile humans.
Living is dying and we do so slowly.
But do your fingers feel the sun
or the colors of a Spring or Fall?
Do your feet taste the blades of
green grass while running toward
the next beautiful dream?
My mouth eats the moon,
my heart the oceans,
my eyes all things,
my ears music of
the small voices
called society.
And I love everyone.
:: 11-14-2017 ::
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