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My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::


EVERYTHING

EVERY WORD CAN you can YOU
spEAK (come into my ear)
can you can y o u — speak /
E V E R Y T H I N G
E V E R try to make love
work? \ everyday the skies
press against that romantic heart…
i woke up dreaming i had a new day
hiding the sight of an empty bed
made tea and sucked upon my thumb
and prayed 2 Gawd and the universe
: i cried i cried and then fell to
sleep weeping i was not human….
tried to say i tried to say_____
what the creator choked upon.
human mind
human mind
human mind
greater than all things
everything
everything
everything
sleeping as human
i destroyed gawd
destroyed and rebuilt
love. rebuilt everything..
i cried i cried and then feel to
wakefulness weeping : for all LOVE.


My Heart Has Asked of Me

My Heart Has Asked of Me

By the stream, my heart asked me:

What are feelings, if not truth?

Do the trees sing their song when the wind blows?

The spider web sways with grace and ease.

As you journey on life’s winding paths,

do you hear me whisper softly to you?

The clouds above bear witness to our conversation.

When tears fall, who sees your shadow hide behind the rocks?

The falcon’s call echoes with a sense of mystery.

Sunrise is a wondrous gift, but sunset is just a promise.

:: 11-25-2018 ::


A Hundred Poems – II


What dreams and sweet life, does the soul desire,
Amidst the Earth’s soil, drenched in dewy fire,
Touching tears, and feeling council’s doubt,
This dream, so elusive, must we live without?

But release thyself, by the budding light of day,
Such philosophy, can stab hearts in every way,
As love reigns now, in full and vibrant bloom,
Skip treacle and grail, let passion fuel thy womb.

Let the tickle of your being, spur you on now,
And reveal the truth, that you’ve held deep somehow,
In your heart, let it bleed red with passion and fire,
And as you breathe, let it push you higher and higher.

Oh rhythmic lover, thou gave me a reason to be,
In this moment, amidst Springtime lips and reverie,
Let us embrace, and let our love be a symphony,
Of hearts and souls, forever entwined in harmony.

:: 02.23.2023 ::


My Brain Cannot Be Me

the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Secret

NEVER tell your most
sensitive secrets to those
that do not love you;

Famous mouths are not truthful sounds
their cancerous mouth maligns
envious gangrene and hatred as vomit.

Be truthful, for the sun is; light for day
the moon at night as lovers whisper lullabies
To be honest is to know one’s self: it is
something i am working on day by day.

and every night I pass away
into visions and dreams.

:: 02.16.2023 ::


Lonely Heaven

Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers

I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.

My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Drunk Drum

i might Save you   if you allow
as i am the Poet  and shall not leave
but will write____in all intensity
i may sprout wings to swoop your Soul
but forget the body | why in these wild nights
do i love you?

  In Eden and Atlantis
the Wind does not require
air ~ but she weeps still stolen gardens with bright
bee hums ~~ wherefore i shut the sound while

it dragged like a drunk drum and my reasons
never contained –but of Talk–
myself of some strange race
or being i dropped down and down
then as a King witnessed, upon your lips
, quivering as a living thing our lips
met.

   The world turned upon a time
her eyes fluttering as butterflies
to entertain champagne.

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Lover of All

While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
 My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please.  Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
 
    Is where
Poetry
     and Music  
are birth from!
   
    Move your womb!
away.

 come to me pure Soul.

    the lover of ALL

:: 02.13.2023 ::


Inside Us is Messiah

i became everything
when i became myself
“it is an ancient
knowing.” i said
to just One of yours
who our Mother sent
then this world
crucified.

We saw more. and cried.
giving a bit more time.

now running out.

:: 02.10.2023 ::