then Wishing is less than
a grip of strong wanting.
then whispering an echo
and feeble moreso
than needing where mountains
shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
of desires and needs!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
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Degrees of Desires and Needs
In All Our Dreams
i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
IF LOVE TOOK ME
IF love took me
take me my love
when breathing is
you breathing with me
and life is at
it’s most loving.
And nighttime:
my hand upon your
breast keeps time
as an arm of the hour
stealing moments
within our dark.
As jaws of Cupid open
my priest of pain
begins to sing:
“Ruby heart, padlocks
and all, deployed by
angels smiling
thunderbolt-lust;
and i, too frail.”
Drowning in wishing-
like sea swells
like if love took me
take me my love
across the night
into the dews, and the
‘give me everything
i wish/give me everything
i love/where life is at
it’s most loving.
:: 08-27-2017 ::
STEEPLE’D TEARS
Then a little, my bit of space. That my heart is the boundless country
with open joy and mind, you are a tallest roof with steeple’d tears.
The taste, bring me sweet my love and salt. No wounds but healing thoughts.
Love you you love
You kiss kiss you
We hug.
Laugh and sleep to awaken again
Together as always as together.
Us.
:: 08-23-2017 ::
THE SINCEREST LIAR
MY mind (because it taught me) loves me
Who minds when lies are sugar coated
Within all my ruin it called me lovely
I never begged for mercy when my face
turned blue
because the most sincerest liar is the
\mind/
+
Laughing with a straight jacket on
for dinner as a bug within my ear
said it all; no one has a choice
but to accept free will so we all
sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d
I ever go wrong?”
:: 08-20-2017 ::
THE LEAST FAVORITE THINGS
That within my hands
are the crumbled lives
of ghosts who have passed
me by
And when like a wounded demon
that begs so perfectly saying
all the lies I wish were true
These are the least favorite things
I find within my life
When the world closes its eyes
and love moves away like a train
from purgatory’s station
When like a sentenced soul
the judge turns away from shame
then my life has been
but a sweet memory
and the most wonderful
pain of all…
:: 08-19-2017 ::
FORMLESS SOMETHING
Immaterial – formless;
the imbued by Spirit
and body is more!
That patterns determine
rain, snail and flower
and more by zero
but most by Soul!
And innumerable
Infinities that come
and go!
:: 08-17-2017 ::
BORN AN OLD AGE
Born of an old age
with much to unlearn
the summers heat,
such cold breeze:
a palace
the walls
A moat that swallows
the glee, screams
and all
And into that ire
upon a flava low
Burning memories go
I know I know now
what youth means;
the long gestation
until we’re born
And be!
:: 08-13-2017 ::
WORSE THAN ANY DISEASE
|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it’s all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
–while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we’re all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||
:: 07/30/2017 ::
GOD’S TEETH
THAT we did nothing but unravel
The end of all things
And how surely devoid of feeling
The fleeting thought of finality
Not a tear nor a whimper;
Into the void of inevitability!
And the heart is a given nail
The brain a hammer and thoughts —
The infamous tempest!
:: 07-30-2017 ::
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