contumacious//

some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
       to turn pale with shame
  and yet with eyes very open to pretend
to see angelic waves of Ocean's life.
oh!  how sweet it is to abruptly ****** from
one's insane mind a perfect day:
on weekenders it's such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone's miseries ---meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.

::/6\30\2020/::
rev: 090920

i look within the mirror     (things are not looking good)
a mind of a man;  a soul of    a woman:  when my dreams
stretch out love surrenders.    
My body, savaged by pain   (i am as a peasant)
undermines Love.
  -- makes romantic spirits
leap into the bottom of a
deep chasm of Earth.
   The soul can never get old    a marching army of night
invaded me as a weapon; but as i breath i repel
the hordes with my heat
i sought a woman so strong
,      intelligent and soft: a body of skin, of fire,
of firm and thirsty milk!    
i hold her bountiful *******  ! and hug warm and womanhood.
   still i feel i am sinking:
   so now you know.  my thirst  and desire for woman without
end -- a wavering tight road!
   so now.  I know there are cemeteries so lonely, for my kind.  
   Dead bones that do not move.  but all dead and
   living hearts move through a tunnel!

:: 09.09.2020 ::

Listen.  Today i lost my voice -- it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants.  If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience.  Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
  the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it's sharp and exquisite edge.
Listen.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.

:: 09.11.2020 ::

NOW that i flew by fierce few
sabots language trickling
and in the morning's red eyes
my heart picks rosenbloom
   picks blue berries upon the side
   of the road of Life while i sweat
picking love by the fingers wishing water
like i dreamed of a woman (but if i
should say, 'hold my depleted lips
wishing water'  i wish and pray
as a common soul:  but begging
cups of water to spoons dance
every-
   hands (you know lust)  a spring
of Life:  this most exquisite
of all loudness:  strumming a guitar
singing any language above the notes.
   and this imitation resembles
the humanity of flesh.  thinner
than a hair of silently who are we
inclinded and cling towards the greatest
poem of my heart -- me.

:: 09.08.2020 ::

TEMPORAL SPLENDOR

A connotation of love
-- and to life
sharpens this temporal splendor
of the night

i want to live down eager
streets of lifelessness

wind, wind, wind, the notes
of harmonica asking, 'did
you once love someone?

as the final feather floating
down a whirl-wind in the final
brain_

as when down eager boulevards
of purple rolled in velvet
beyond doomed thoughts feels

crumbling silence
and seriously smiles
as when i have sometimes thought

of you too.

:: 09.07.2020 ::

EDITORS are pathologist
that dissect the words,
flay the meanings
and remove the guts
-- burn me within
a furnace before
an editorial autopsy

:: 07-28-2014 ::

Rev: 05-20-2018

And death is a kiss like love
the burning passion mourning
when the golden cord cuts
the beating heart of souls
and we tread upon fresh dew
buttercups gravely bruised --
you knew did you not?  The world
is a battlefield and we are
the dying soldiers giving blood
and life for the few who know value
-- a golden key for the spirit.

:: 08-09-2014 ::