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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
LIFE and only life
can make this all real
Real is not what you love
not what you touch
it’s feelings.
Oh love only love can bring
back your love some day
, and i will be there
My tender love i will always
be there with you ~~
If you really don’t care
I’ll start once again.
Like Brothers and Sisters
But trust | I will be there.
Oh! Love! How my Heart Bleeds
honoring your feelings and i’ve
been remiss /if we go again
forgetting all the things we
changed \ it’s the perfect
price for giving me a chance
to love you.
:: 02.09.2023 ::
The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
fabulous is
crashing Pain,at,
drowning point
the cutting waves
abashing you
wrists(cutting
waves slashing veins)
undulating through
quartermaster’s room
the mast that stabbed
that North Star so true!
do fish dream
of love or life?
A Pisces soul
with hook in heart
a harpoon thrust
too deep
leviathan life!
ocean silver mountains
unsmooth solemnly true
–the anchor drops
just this spot
across the compass
true!
:: 01-07-2015 ::
Spent my day with the woman of my heart
we went to the beach and watched waves
and smoked our stuff and drank our wine
we decided to make a new start
she stole my head and heart
so we did oh yeah start a new Life
i went to live upon the precipice of Hope
and she found a Mountain where the children
of Love and the Sun began to rise \seems
she took a dive and had no rhyme to demise
i shed tears and moved along / someone once
told me there’s a girl out there with
love inside here eyes )so i flew there(
arriving i stood up and found my feet
sinking — took a punch to my nose
from a ghost, i think i need to find that
Queen
Oh, save me! I’m dancing within the dance hall
of my Skull / oh lovely!\ such a Strong Soul —
but can you live upon the surface of Mars?
No, you’ll never know as he’ll never go
on a show (Earth or Mars)__ .
:: 01.29.2023 ::
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