SIMPLICITY
— what state
Surely I will visit
My suitcase packed
— unknown destination
My intuition says
a map cannot reveal
locations of the mind
Much easier a travel
when disposition drives
::12-29-2013::
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SIMPLICITY
A CURIOUS TRAGEDY (The Beauty Who Yearns)
PRIVILEGE suffer
my beautiful tragedy
Society of high
and low know not
such suffering
upon your soul
The beauty
— who hath no love
But mirage
of shadow-lust
What price
— you would pay
to find love
tender and true
No cost for you —
Such love
indeed too rare
::12-29-2013::
INCOGNITO
SUCH mastery at disguise
Split-rationality diffused
Lose a shadow upon a pin
Incognito my lover-pain
touch the heart nonetheless
a dip into blue berry jam
Losing essence my pauper
someday the poor will pay
emotional vault empty this day
Guess as good a bent penny
worth a cent but nothing more
a funky feeling when you pay
Incognito blues pave my way
Pain-creature confused today
my tracks diffuse his way
:: 12/28/2013 ::
BETRAY THE SWEET
I innocently believe
and do so carefully
that respect for life
returns the same
— so kindly
But the evil that lurk
within the rot-hole
betray the sweet
for bitter-taste
— so blindly
::12-29-2013::
THE WORLD BURIED TODAY
The world buried
— today
a friend familiar to me
One that I grew
— to know
one who loved me so
Her lines were delicate
— but razor sharp
A cut through carelessness
I would say hello
— in black ink I bled
across her tender face
Today the world buried
— the closest of my friends
The written letter to rest we put
::12-29-2013::
LIGHT UNTO BEASTS
WE are all possessed
by nature a parasitic
light that bestows
Humanity unto beasts
Bless be it say all —
the indomitable soul!
::12-29-2013::
MY SWEET EMILY
MY love I confess to you
there be another who
has touched my heart
She is a grand soul
with a way in words
and her life passed
many year ago
I must say that
her letters of love
have found their way
into my heart
And kindle a passion
never to die
Also I confess
a first letter of love
I wrote to her
she crumpled to keep
But this one
— I now write is weak
compared to the first —
How I live for now
but my heart to
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson!
Who passed the year of our lord
Eighteen Eighty-six
:: 05-15-1886 ::
:: 05-15-1886 ::
MY TREE OF LIFE
I DESIRE that which is mine
and give no quarter
to those who challenge
the fruit of my tree of life
I guard with constant diligence
the beauty by my side
her beauty madly drives
sane men into frenzy
Tis such a small price
for a gentleman to pay
to possess such a fire
her furnace forges my love
Fair warning to weaker men
best you chase less fair women
my stick has a spot for you
surely your head atop my spigot!
::12/28/2013::
THESE ARE MY FRIENDS
THESE are my friends
one that wishes
the other that begs
Hush to one I said
life bleeds with cuts
the other such pity
These are my friends
one cries and shouts
the other silently weeps
Soothe such anger my angel
blackness begs an audience
dry your eyes my other!
We are such friends
she lives beneath my skin
turmoil burns tender hearts
Now you shall shine
rubies shall you drip
upon the land of giving
At last! My love’s complete
::12-28-2013::
BEGGING FOR A BREEZE
WHAT others cannot see
my limbs reveal to me
a ghost of the past
begging for a breeze
My tree am I for thee
sashay in April wind
till one day – somberly
you torn down — yes you
the largest part of me
::12/28/2013::
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