SUCH pain! I cannot refrain
from the deepest regret
My need to greet your words
wishing freshingly painted
upon your notes scribbled
But fate or other monster
bestowed this trick
that my heart would fall
for one who long ago
passed beyond the flesh
:: 01-27-2014 ::
A SENSATION greeted
a feeling today
— one could see
the other could judge
Soon they became bored
— if it could ever be so —
and off they went
— to find EGO
:: 01-11-2013 ::
CONFESSION for the heart
one who knows the pain
a sharp knife
— to the soul
All things I see and hear
whether touch or smell
is poetic
— to my ear
Life drives me maddingly so
the words slide off me tender
and into a skillet
— where they burn
Wish I do for a release
into a world from pain and fear
my soul mate come unto me
for I fear the time
— too late
:: 01-22-2014 ::
I DIG love
like it’s honey
I dig love
in the morning
I dig love
…so sunny
What you say
liqurious lips
passion bites
and I sing
scream and grind
I dig love
hm – oh yeah
in the morning
and sunset too
mid-day sweets
I dig love…
yes I do
mostly I dig
— you
:: 01-22/2014 ::
LOVE seeps into affairs
my sweet love…
Speaks in ancient words
sweet love
burns the rule book
— so be strong love
changes the world
and doesn’t paint
life by numbers
sweet love…
Who you want love
isn’t by any name
the tongue can’t speak
the feeling you have
so you’re going to have
to take the tiger
by its tail sweet love
and devour it’s heart
Love is a chore
for the strongest hearts
:: 01/22/2014 ::
I SHAN’T be long this day
for I am gathering
— the brood
Sister bring the daisies
as sometimes
— the hare devour
Leave the cupboard spirits
and tend to father’s farm
— my hands are raw and bare!
And tonight I have a grand affair
the genteel
— sprouts my field
and I’ve nothing for my hare
Your foolery spoils my day
curse be a ruined affair!
:: 01-22-2014 ::
I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered needlessly
across frozen fields in May
She spoke a single word
— beloved…
Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two
Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
— back into a whole
and then I spoke
a single word…
— beloved
:: 01-22-2014 ::
PERCEPTION made its way
the grand entrance just today
it entered with a cloak
— barely if I may
while watching me
such eternal depth of sight
I felt a chilling choke
Aware was I of something
dark and ill from my senses
— I turned the other eye
::01-21-2014::
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