often,
dumbness
is interpreted as
rudeness.
so,
be patient with the dummies,
they just
don’t want you
to know how
dumb they are.
bright people are rarely rude:
they be nasty.
me?
I just wanna be left alone.
often,
dumbness
is interpreted as
rudeness.
so,
be patient with the dummies,
they just
don’t want you
to know how
dumb they are.
bright people are rarely rude:
they be nasty.
me?
I just wanna be left alone.
Talisman
against
fears of
obscurity eternal.
I write of love,
so you will remember
me
long after
the kisses disappear.
I write of beauty,
so you
will praise me
after my bones
sludge into
mildewed putrescence.
I write
to sketch
the corners of my soul.
I write
because you
will never see
what I see.
you will never love
like I love
so
I am writing
for me.
Smiles and giggles
take away
nothing.
there is so
much
pain.
fool me;
with spritely
tears.
eyes,
just….
all eyes…..
tangled up with
cheeks and smiles and giggles.
trust exploding
in every look.
hugs so innocent.
passionate
&
true.
hugs that
make a giant of you.
heart afire
with love.
with love.
and,
with
love.
today
everything changes,
unless it doesn’t
because
you won’t.
she is waiting,
for
you.
patiently.
after you die
she
will
still wait,
for you.
so
why run?
she sees &
believes
in what roils
inside.
why is it
that you
don’t?
let me see
You
burn with
desire
until there is nothing
but the memory
if your light.
Enfolded,
and wrapping around
and around
again
and again,
I want
us
to get
even
closer.
can you
feel
my heart upon
your breast?
…
….
it beats
happily when
your
wonderful
jungle of hair
tickles my nose.
bliss
towards the edge
and
deep into
the unknown,
I want
to run with
lose
and then
find you.
unfettered
and wild,
I want
to howl
with you.
tangled up
in weed
and tree,
I want
to make love
to you.
flying high
our lungs pounding-
let them sit,
arms akimbo:
honey,
I want
to dance
with you
hearts stolen?
or freely
lent?
Sweetness
I want
to love
with you
the latch is loose:
come
run away
with me
and
we
can
here
and
there,
but what
festers
in between?
feet
that dont walk
know no tales, and
ears
bound
in comfort
cannot hear
the wisdom
waiting
in the wind.
get me off this
infernal rolling
casket.
i
choose
life -interrupted.
your soul-
my soul,
forgives,
and
loves
unconditional.
but.
but.
but.
should it?
why trudge
when she can fly?
we owe nothing to no one,
but
her.
love her,
and
give her
wings.
brimming and dancing,
the dreams don’t
stop
flying through
my soul….
and sometimes, they
consumate in a jumbled
ecstasy of
purpose
and love.
but mostly,
time flies
away
from
me,
as i sit
waiting for
my amazing future.