January 2013
1 post
I was a ghost
I was a ghost in your house
we hummed about nectar and searched for all the flowers
what once were blooming all around
now became but a thorny track that ran up all the walls
I was a ghost in your house
forever haunting the trim like rusty locomotives and
crash-landing 747’s into piles of rose-bush-thickets
beautiful and asphyxiating.
I was a ghost,
wishing breathlessly, hoping...
December 2012
23 posts
between your lies, dude
read between the lines
lover sister brother
to find the hidden
razor
it was there because
i didn’t want to hurt you
i put it there to
cut you
i’m just trying to
help you with my
harshness
can’t you read?
Yot
In the dark, a clang shuttered across deaf eyes as light bore out of enigma. Generations in the shadow elevated moonlight into brilliance unconscionable: a blight cast over the homeland that was this underworld called Yot.
The warmth of weird touched gently the skin of these creatures in Yot. Each of them with skin keen to each-other’s homeostatic kinship felt the otherworldly warmth of...
apology
the gift you’ve given
to me this winter
could have never been
so sweet and bitter
if it hadn’t come this winter
when our hearts
we smote
bitten by moths our
woolen leaks our
warmth but you are kind—
kind enough—to prescribe
some of saint johns wart
for the wind and cold
we coxe
from this, our hearts,
freezing bitter and sweet
this winter: such a gift:...
o little bird i love you
that sound sprung seemingly
from the beating bucolic
that blubbers blusteringly.
thrilling trill agitating audibly
ambient, ardently, o auspiciously,
o in service to a steady drum,
i love you, your feathery
hands. i love you, your
magnanimous heart!
i never saw you, but i like to
believe you saw me, and
reading from a heartbeat
sang: ‘i love you, i
love you! o do remember,...
Love Was
Once I read a flower bloom
Pacing small and lightning rooms
grounded—
Space over swelling petals burn
the animated emptiness
I extend myself into the words and
like a moth fly from the light
is
empty darkness.
Love was a knee
let backward in braces.
For once I read a flower budding
for long brontide realized burning
pain—
hallow in the sound of eminent din
the animated...
The Feeling of Weightlessness
Blue-awareness ever-present
secret hung leaflet bowl filled
so sure and lame and lame-
tongued to bondage denote
boundlessness.
Get free
Get out with love
And please do return
If you feel you have to
Just please do return
Get out with your profound
WOWness haloed golden lamb
Get out without your parts of me
All sold to keep the land
About my fortress
wide and tall
Stay out and love my soil
Get out and cultivate
cool dry smooth
grass and cabbages and flowers
Get out and roll down my
hills
Get out and bathe in my...
For Ashes and Leaves
Over the lines distinguishing hope and fear,
An enormous oak always burns.
The leaves ember, red ash flies, and
All ways calm.
Forever:
the oak burns alive
over all hope
and fear.
Experiment
I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life.
IALH
HAIL
LHAI
ILHA
PRITHUM
MPRITHU
UMPRITH
HUMPRIT
THUMPRI
ITHUMPR
RITHUMP
KUNDALINI
IKUNDALIN
NIKUNDALI
INIKUNDAL
LINIKUNDA
ALINIKUND
DALINIKUN
NDALINIKU
UNDALINIK
Thank you, Shakti.
S A R A B
B S A R A
A B S A R
R A B S A
A R A B S
I A L H
H I A L
L H I A
A L H I
A D I
I A D
D I A
I love my strengths and...
Law, v. v.,
Live up to it already: the word means will;
the world means do the word.—Sol
ar’
Ays begat water, here.
Here is the water: the water means love!
I don't know; I'll take the break
Yellow-dead foliage litters winter. notes
From GOD left in the bitter notes
From GOD: home elapsed into the temple.
Old PAPER in the snow; Can I transcribe?
Old PAPER in the home; Could I recollect?
Can we still be NOW?—Where?
Thither I flow through
sepia stones.
An’on.
An’on.
And yes.
Aloha, Eloha (an Aubade)
Two drops of pleasure into dawn-sigh open eyes—yes.
Black drops into the eyes reflect our amazing—
warm-soft, smooth comfort-expression—
understanding that love only is, was and shall be—YES.
In two drops, quicksilver, the world bursts alive.
Light streaming river splashes around our feet—
Four drops of gold—
Yes!
v886centauri asked: i love your poetry!!
CC, or Lililoly
Light, life, love and liberty
through and through endless epiphany
on and on soar synchronicity
testament to timeless serendipity
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Bluegrass
Epiphany like this
like the word Aoi
Blue sky
Green grass
or growing turnips
Don’t pluck me yet,
I’m only just beginning to
form oh light over me
washing out the past
pulling in home, home home.
Epiphany like bluegrass
music to the ashen
moth
rediscovering the flame
Home
To Sink And You
The butter-melting love laps lilac/
lily lemon-rosy hips. Never, ever-
ever, festers like an ashen wart,
no. In our hearts, Now, only:
lone, untied writhing;
yellow-yearning rebirth;
dashing chains under all-rusting
earth; shaking hearth stones again free;
brushing away dust; unfurling those
newly-old tapestries; and soul mapping
magic memories in a darkened, not-so-distant
past.
These...
the wet finger
All the grains
fell
though my fingers. I
watched so
slowly as they
fell. I cried so
slowly that I just couldn’t hurt; the
falling seed
grew so
slowly that it just couldn’t
sprout. I fell
so slowly
through your fingers;
I can’t just watch you cry.
1 tag
Breathing Smoke
My life line has a closed circuit
in the head of the nine diamonds,
translucent roses on my head—break;
I shall sing though the itching-ache in the
blue current between my knowledge
and your wisdom: between the stones;
between the oceans; betwixt the
necropolis of indulgence
and the seventh house of heaven.
In your innermost heart there is
Oxygen and Fire,
Light and Color,...
November 2012
46 posts
where's my heart or On the growning maturity of...
How did I find it?
I swear I saw it
over there
under the dust
in the chest
wrapped around your bountiful breasts
How did I loose it?
I swear I always keep it on me
I thought it was in my jeans
Maybe I left it in my teens?
I hope I can find it
in your throat
on your lips
beside your stomach
beating in your round rippling ribcage
It doesn’t appear anywhere,
but maybe...
containers
Essential I, that is,
1) the red box and it’s content,
2) the yellow box and it’s content,
3) the blue box and it’s content,
4) the green box and it’s content,
shall hereafter be refered to as
that black box formerly known as
Me.
I keep secrets from myself in the
black box formerly known as Me.
I keep desires in there too.
And memories.
And to-do lists.
I...
Tobango, My Motto is the Motto of
In my head
there’s this island on the sun
where everything good goes to get eaten up by flames.
It would be a very pleasant place: the breezes are cool,
the water light and cerulean,
sand/sun, bright…
Clear.
Then A big Cloud came and the rain was this black tar.
Worrisome tar,
Viciously worrisome, Relentless tar.
In my head,
there’s this island where the sun
Is...
Breathing life
I thought I was a man,
so I took my final breath and
I forced myself to die.
Two beasts like rusty locomotives
lapped up my milk.
I pissed.
Home walked me though strange places, and though I was
afraid.
I felt secure, like a turtle, or a lemon on the table with little
pore-like eyes that gaze at greedy fingers with knives.
Persuasion’s not my strong suit. I have
Nine...
“Of late, the Social-Democratic philistine has once more been filled with...”
– Frederick Engels, Introduction to Marx’s The Civil War in France, March 18 (via fuckyeahmarxismleninism)
