little-voice my biggest
tender tiny heart-Fire
burn my lipSoul when
all my words — sleeping
I tuck them beneath
the country-prose of
my land of living words
my little voice, tenderly!
within the hands I write
I hold your flowerHeart
and scribe the love within
the land of living words
and remain forever yours,
my living word!
:: 10-05-2014 ::
i know the poem
(and many think, too)
licking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
The morning sees a day of light
a crescendo of movement my love
and what we say today echoes
into that heart and space-time
we are not privileged to live
it is a gift and not a right
a rented soul-cage are we all
no script given above living
so we move and walk and talk
and give and take and squawk
the negative takes but know
the giving gives more-so dear
therefore do not let flesh
overrule the day — Amen
but that beating heart give
more than you take in life
:: 03-21-2014 ::
stone monolith cry
shaped like humans
they wept boulders
and Earth below
shakes tremor love
oh, think twice
what paradise lost
it’s another day
and we all cry
I am a loser girl
and you are lonely
and we cry same tears
think twice today
we are humans living
in a stone paradise
glass towers empty
and fake smiles too
what heat love heart
a clover in fields
maybe we shed cover
and clovers beloved
and you call out
to the crying clown
he gives you balloon
and that smile drawn
is it you or a dream
Do we cry for paradise
or a chance to love
and what can we say
lipstick magic smile
for a day in paradise
what can we sing girl
just another day
in our dreams or chance
I choose to believe
I believe in love
and life and dreams
and fantasy beyond
what flesh-blood
believes in paradise
just a man in a street
and the cold makes
me believe in warm love
:: 03-17-2014 ::
my river called Mystic —
creativity bends
that human creature
drinks the waters
abnormally —
inhumanly sensitive
truly my category
not alive am i
unless creating
:: 03-17-2014 ::
MY confession to mortals
that I do love death
it has a tender touch
to never hurt beyond
that fire of separation
It only asks a piece
of life’s fire to move
beyond your soul today
That grand secret spilled
we all die day-to-day
and born between moments
:: 03-12-2014 ::
What this life — explain
nothing dear lover
we give and thou take
a summer breeze and leaf
that oak tree does know
solid and unmoving
seasons tease its leaf
thou eye is steadfast
i walked that path
honey sickle taste
bitter heart nonsense
and lemon smiles sun
my bird sings song
and hast cage iron
what will break wrought
my vortex of life dwell
between and beyond all
phantom dreams us love
and love dance life’s ball
:: 03-12-2014 ::
I
into that fire so brief
Death:
an organ untuned
Spring, the last
we spoke tear;
and gave console
eternal words
not from fear
you beauty cry
my resolve strong
an arm upon heart
cascade tears girl
(does she know) that
love and life demand
joy, fear, life, love
her dress dipped blood
(so long dream here come life)
:: 03-12-2014 ::
Water break fetus breath
slap-sting learn to be
earth-life bitching be
mama gives touch-love
baby-breath upon skin
reality-here so raw
sucks-to-live-now
let me get back light
:: 03-11-2014 ::
Worlds —
these which I know
beneath the feet
of giants
crumble crumb pieces
scatter shard glass-see
We know not what-be
but the end all know-we
:: 03-02-2014 ::
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