Tag Archives: #writing

JUST ONCE I HAVE A DREAM

JUST once I have a dream but the day flees quickly
And the roses within my hands wilting
Prickly the thorns begin to bleeding; —
And gulfs of space filled with time are speaking;
As One Soul from darkness to light so weakly
Quickly come and rest your tears within my heart
That beats in measure to the parts of slowest moments.

Spilling hope and painting thoughts,
And lovely memories of yet to be’s;
A timely utterance to thought’s relief
My love, the fairest feathers and song
By the beach or the brook o’babbling notes!
And sunlit a lighting stroke across my breast
Leaving me to myself and all I am;

Just alone.
Dreaming a chance just once to be with you
And not within the hand of bleeding rose!

:: 06-24-2017 ::


LIFE UPON | YOU’RE BACK

As tall as the shortest lie
That in between dusk and cries
That something without a name
Keeps on twisting inside your brain

Like…

Where the pall bears sing
And the oceans applause in waves
It’s the age of losing reason
It’s the Rabbit out of its cage

Begging my non-departure outside
The walls of a stranger’s funeral
Could never eat the sacrifice
Could never feel the sprains

All that is clean can be seen
Stretching all the way from
The tip of your nose straight
On forward to an illusion gleamed

It’s the firm hand of destruction
The gems of all diluted eyes
By the size of Cadillacs and
Smoky lensed cataract-dopes

It’s like the Rabbit out of its cage
Chewing on the stick of philosophy
And drowning in the twists and turns
Of the greatest illusion of them all:

“L I F E”
Is its name
And it’s upon
Your back today.

:: 05-21-2017 ::


i LIKE CLEAN WHITE PLASTIC CUBES

OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\

When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll

From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”

:: 11-23-2016 ::


OK, DRIVE SAFELY

[life continues to beat]
Sometimes it seems i have been lost
then mostly finding myself between
tomorrow’s thoughts remembering today’s
yesterday as though it’s right now
then it’s gone. GONE. then (what a
lonely skinny word ‘then’)i find that
the rash was a tire’s track across my
chest and not poison ivy. So now this
is’nt happening and i am it for only
a moment longer ~~~~~there.

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and then no longer______.
[life continues to beat]
:: 03-06-2017 ::


LOST WITHIN LOST WITHOUT

TODAY a clearing within my Thoughts
that i tried to catch.
As though my Mind took leave
and left my heart upon the floor
for all to see!

Yesterday’s sheltered within a memory
and the Soul; if it just passed by
without a care would it leave the
skin behind?

Bills, weather, cars and jobs
traffic, bombs, murders and all;
that’s a bit too odd!

And the dark shadows around the corner
the walls too thin to keep the ghosts
away
Dear God! the tears and faithful moments
dancing around the graves still unfilled
but always wet and cold.

:: 03-11-2017 ::


WITHIN MY PETALS

W
I
T
H
IN
M
y
Petals
a
ethereal
minstrel
d
o
e
s
Play!
l
w
a
y
s
the sun!

:: 03-11-2017 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXIII

GreatNothing
MY
LOVER! my step
/broken\
|_
|_ Falling-feeling
near your
furnace_Soul …
i [just me] dirt,dear
And i died a wish wishing
to touch…but your purity
denied my dirty Hand/Heart
i …[me] am no thing AND
bow to The GreatNothing
that eats me i should
~can [did]die
a fumbling mumbling
ember-Wish
THAT “I love you!”

:: 08-06-2014 ::
Rev: 02-01-2017 ::


PERCEPTION

P E R C E P T I O N is …

a

M I R R O R.

:: 01-30-2017 ::


A DRUNK POET

WELL i am a poet so i got to get drunk
and i invited so many dead poets
i gotta get drunk but no one
alive should ever understand
I see Dickinson and she’s
so out of her element and see
Frost and Cummings
with wolves eyes (spending their
paycheck) and Plath’s working
the kitchen thinking how she
could make the bar-food better
if she made it all blues and i’m
hollering with a passion to never
let her down, Well now, I appreciate
how many famous dead poets gathered
around and i’m just a drunk poet
dancing and hand those reams of prose
and pass them down with a smile
by me and so i know what i’m going
do. So just going to drink another
shot o’whiskey and singing
to the old poets saying, “i’m just
a two-bit drunk but going to make
poetry just fine and brother,
if my words don’t fit I’ve got a tool
to make life true — living a hard
life to adjust my life’ and so
i gotta get drunk to make it true!

:: 11062015 ::


WANNA LOVE JUST YOU

I wanna love just you
can’t refuse just you
and all night long
I’m eternally with you
cornered always
by your tall corpse
near the weeping willow
I wanna kiss you and
make all the boo-boo’s
just go away tonight
Oh just no smooth way
for the thing
all about you
invested everything
and I wanna give you
the love you been a’
missing so dear I take
your hand and my tears
mellifluous missing you
Use my power to revive
the once blooming love
and you gasp telling me
‘what a love and lover,
I’ve been a’ missing you!’

:: 11042015 ::