I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered aimlessly
across frozen fields of 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 spoke
a single word;

"My beloved."

i stepped inside
       my throat  
  to choke a lie
the room was festive
   with devils and
prancing disease
a war ensued
  internally
   the rest
a history
—  acclivity!

:: 09-10-2018 ::

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 ::

A sweetness!  tender
giving loving presence!
  the warmth of all-embracing
loving souls greeting!

the Clean Slate to build!
  and memories but an echo!
i too feel!  a something
like nothing but more

and words!  and pictures!
colors and voices!
  this is a something
maybe a nothing but more!

the crest of euphoria
  devours my senses
and all license given
  to begin again

Shall i?  shall i?
  i too!  think i shall!

:: 02-27-2015 ::

As my roses are in bloom the cedar box is
locked away with safely kept dreams.
  The Light hits the window's pane
shattering forever into pieces illuminated
thoughts;  my trembling fingers touching the
floor's veins -- long sturdy planks braver
than my bones, my spine and all pain.
  Did you know that when the proud Moon
rises from the descending heights of waning
daylight my roses are still within their
magnificent bloom?
  And my hands are without purchase for
South spins and north is beyond my reach.
  But my roses are in bloom and my dreams
safely kept.

:: 10-15-2018 ::

MoMA i cannot give my children
    away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes -- flatSURFACES making
tears  |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ' Simply ' is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
  ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear.  We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

             *

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::

WHEN light comes
through these eyes
and falls upon
a swollen heart
a burning fresco
of something
sweeter than honey
the fluoroscope
of gentle love
and does yes
it come, gazing with me
upon this petal
of hope in morning
breath!

:: 12242015 ::

Sky!  Lift me gently up
as an infant bruised by life's measure
& forgive my Spirit for it aches
       by the fire
       by the brimstone
    of Life hard experienced
    of Life unforgiven to the end
Sky!  Your graceful colors are brilliant
     be regal by air rarer than Cherub-breath
     be held by no earthly governance
  breathe!  breathe!  life is the glorious
  battle!  battle!  life is the gift for
                    all victors!

:: 03.06.2020 ::

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 ::

I think today I broke
a word within my ignorance!

I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with *****

upon a letter within
the soil lay the bee!

And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder

‘Oh! It cannot BE!’

:: 06-02-2014 ::
:: Rev: 09-08-2018 ::

Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;

The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer's glow
a fall in grace!


there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!

:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::

tell me not why hate grows or
how angels fell from grace
   then(if shadows stood
between light & air)
   maybe express the miracle
of Love instead

all mouths should have feet
in place of teeth
   to walk away from confusion
by the foot

tell the blue jay all lonely Souls
meet the moon next to their pillows
And that a poet's heart will float
upon a stormy sea
but sink at sunrise
from a full heart
of joy.

:: 10-20-2018 ::

the sound of forgetting  is beautiful
and requires no talent ;
    all one must do is  Remain
Silent upon a beating drum
  then one must think of
BigNothings
    & one must believe in
Miracles before these events called for--->
getting grow within fields we have forgotten
but still walk upon /--_ while recognizing
all the spots where we have hidden our land-
Mines -- all within fear____&
   empty space is the sound of forgetting.

:: 03.07.2020 ::

SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say

but my thoughts first
  through my heart --
is how my Life is

governed by Soul
on this and every day

For some a prison
by their thoughts

  whose fears are bars
  and regrets like walls

i say best to greet
mentation through Love
and Spirit first
and foremost of all!

:: 09-26-2018 ::

WHY does sorrow soar as love
and sadness sink like fear
and love burst like anger
when the mouth remain
as "O" and hands clasp
like death as arms flay
like clowns and tears be tears
when the world remains as is
while is is not as good as good
can be?

  Wake me up
when the curtains
have fallen

And as the lights
have dimmed.

:: 09-20-2018 ::

i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket -- makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled ***** stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the ******* of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\

:: 03.11.2020 ::

because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured

my love is there
my love is there

of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance

but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life's quadrature

:: 09-05-2018 ::

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 ::

i

What spirit imbue that flesh
a love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold
that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe
And touch thy father's heart, too!

ii

And thou tend to good deeds
that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too
thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along
shall forever follow you!

iii

Her lovely grace in turmoil-say
and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts
not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance
that room which first I met you

:: 03-24-2014 ::

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

Madness has found it's circus again.
What? - Panic.
It is where fear holds hands with
weakness.

To watch how the world changes,
as though it has never had wings
And the enemy is full of nothingness
but it's shadow is cast across
the mind's of those without Faith.

To allow the Sun to shine down
revealing all the Beings who Sleep
Nature's keen sight -- no thing
hidden but all revealed.

Since the world has stopped
Since the music has stopped
Since the traffic has stopped

The world is alone / inside itself
that no one says it the Skies Scream
"orietur! orietur!"
the words come alive!  Alive!

:: 03.15.2020 ::

MY heart.  Speaking words
have crippled all letters.
A great passion explored.
  Destroying all rhyme
and meter.
  Is how my teeth have
  broken.
    Now mumbling.
  Babbling nonsense!

:: 10-15-2018 ::

"falling!" said the Star
"Oh wee!" sang the birds
"Despised!" cursed farmers
"By God!" screamed the children

and the rest of humanity moved along
just fine

:: 03.11.2020 ::

"LiSTEN" said the tongue
"I smell tragedy" replied the eyes
"Who knows?" questioned the nose
"I think" screamed the heart
And Spirit hugged the Soul wishing
this unbelievable dream would
just go away.

:: 09-03-2018 ::

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 ::

I am (my love is) love
as if you are free rising winds
of life or arrow of roses
and thorns which disperse despair!
I love you as towering buildings
stand tall and thunderheads
speak with lighting;
my nature is natural
to love you as the plant blooms
and carries beauty hidden within
itself until the light of sun
brings forth those flowers as my heart
blooms for you
when the world sleeps I am there
I love you as mystery breaths
the interest of wondering minds
and dense fog of sometime life
is difficult but mostly I am deeply
appreciative there is no I or you,
only our hands entwined by faith, love,
devotion and time.

I love you.

:: 11132015 ::

that Knowing came today
  in a casket it lay
a thing revealed   i say
that which lived now dead
the mystery of mysteries
whirling upon my head;
once to live
once to die
and many more hidden
within my rye!

:: 04-03-2014 ::
Rev: 03.01.2020

i complied with Life
but i did not receive
reciprocity:
loquacity -- not of me

  go ask the baker if his
dough is dry  he will kindly
say, "Ask any Poet, to perish
-- sans verbosity!

:: 03.25.2020 ::

HOW

With heavy BREATHING as (faithfully) her lownecked
throat -- something in how her 19th centry dress little
topples and expands. Emily Dickinson?

One small foot squared /mired in silk\ wrinkling lost
asking me:  how we are here now \ i slowly within
sun-drenched ponderous arms bedecked /time travels --
whose white thick wrist deliver prompoty
to a deep lap of enormous mindless HEART.

How i never believe i now but always in "how"
and how she tells me i need no other lover :
i won't leave her now/ how i believe her now \
asking me how i believe in her love -- i say
"i don't know oh i don't know"  how?

something in the way she knows.  And all i have
to do is think of her -- it's what she shows
me.  I believe in "how."

What I believe in how.

:: 10.24.2021 ::

ALICE  all your friends are slow
if you follow then you shall know
but if you choose the rabbit hole:
    
   All our friends are there
-- they all ask of you; even
   The One you know
he has Sudden Moves

   IF you wait for reality to ask
then the universe will feel abused
but if you choose your hand
   o v e r   a    g  r  e  n a d e
the blood of the psychopath next
to you will release all pretension --
  ask him;  look at the eyes
oh daddy i love you
but outside is the boss
   i think he is one of us

:: 03.30.2020 ::

Summer sun drips on rooftops let alone
seven divided by seven the digits line up
the age old math equation:
nine is the chosen number;
lithographs and insects steal souls
rising west i fell to my knees
playing snake with demons
how dare i dream
decimating everything!

As long as i crawl i’ll survive
one day you will take my eyes from me
leaving my tongue unfed
just then the world crumbles
the worms crawl their way back into
my pores and i will turn back into dust
but i promise you

it’s okay

she’ll make it through the night
as long as the human heart beats

:: 12.04.2021 ::

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 ::

when the heart is shattered the world turns black & cold
you either swim in the light of dust (across Rainbow-Glory)
roads or float through life & space  
   so ****ing a l one
   unless i am with you
   the walls & madness become
a nuclear-cloud of fears
when the heart is shattered
bruised-Love accents are lips
spokenWild  and the heart's
echoes are as musicSplendor
   S W I M into space
Orion hides your Face
   I'd die with you if
   Rainbow-Glory is ever
   d e s t r o y e d.


:: 03.06.2020 ::

these guest posts left behind
after feeding the mind
from the best of books and with a
potent sense of humor
man! she’s done an angel’s work
like a hurricane
she’s perfect, fearless,
somehow it had to be just right
and so it was
everything came out like the mill
like a violin through a steel pipe
her chest and voice
who in the hell can sing like that?
now’s she got the way
to ride the winds,
rope in by a moment
and bam! there it is.

she made it, the same way the world makes it
each one standing shouting for change
like a piano wire dangling over a hill
like someone who’s seen and heard
better things yet neither not of this world
just a stroke of brilliance
so life changing that her music permeates
the walls, the kitchen, the hallway,
even the carpet
sometimes she waits, takes a big inhale
and plummets to the floor.

:: 11.16.2020 ::

Peel me off my balanced scale
add chocolate morsels to my -->  WOUNDS
Kiss me my puffer fish Lips
THANK YOU my orchid-eye'd mess;

  i've enjoyed your moss pit ACT
  We're all characters
  writing stories ---
  Life's Pact!

:: 03.07.2020 ::

Standing on  the corner
of a street called life
i can see  the freeway
and all my dreams

they're  rushing high
they're  rushing by

And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men's twisted minds

so today  i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven's heavy
lead with a knotted rope

And heaven's lost my heart
-- today's gone heaven's lost
my heart and mind
today's gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life

:: 09-15-2018 ::

ABANDON all senses  to catch the dancing fire
   of indescribable emotions
trapped deeply within the Soul of No Mouth
-- tell the birthing stars  our carbon body is as old
as their grandfathers and grandmothers
  but our love and great Tiny minds grapple
with inconceivable thoughts
       but mostly of grand words structured
tightly around the Spirit of the Poet!

:: 02.29.2020 ::

if two is one

and One is Love

if two are last

and we are glad

if then let it be

as love was meant

to be;

all of smiles, tears,

and all that is life!

and therein i have

chosen God; i shall

even more love thee

after this death of me!

:: 08-02-2016 ::

There within that meadow
beneath that weeping willow
came to me, my love
upon golden wings
and gossamer hair

what separation held
dissolved unto bliss
my heart gently held
within angelic mist

there within that meadow
beneath that weepy willow
saw a rebirth of soul
and fear fled, sorrow too
and the willow cried

"what soul once chained
NOW FREE!"

:: 04-03-2014 ::

DEVASTATION an
utter beauty
that what you do

unknowingly do to me
my butterfly lash
deep pools

eyes of jewels
stare into my soul
which you do

what fragment; time,
the world do vanish
when my soul

so near to you
love my love
devastating love!

:: 04-03-2014 ::

My neck  has stretched above the clouds
the Adamic Apple tickling stars --
and my Love is here and there upon
every footstep i have walked.  
    Life is not just Pain.
    Nor just Love.
    But fear and Joy
    Morbidity and a shade of nudeness
IF the Soul is inclined to explore
God's backyard; No cowards!  Most of us!
    To shade your shame within religion
or  a sense of higher ground for weak
    voices.  Shame.  Shame upon the lot!
          The Sun is brilliant.
    and still your mystery!  

  :: 04-03-2019 ::

FORGIVE me if They think i am Mad
a center must have a whole
which i missed while drinking
starlight and licking *******-
cosmic dust while tending to
a lost angelic gaggle of giggling
cherubic-like girls;  (hand hiding
Mouth) Even the Heavens have s e x
like our blades of early morning
grass drip dew do i really love
how the dogs all bark at once when
they saw that Star falling from
your Skies

:: 03.11.2020 ::