Shady and glittered up unexplainable place.
Where the wild things are.
Scrape and scrounge and wildly flail.
Handcuffed; imprisoned or treating ails.
I can't count my transient encounters.
Touched my Heaven or Hell in each telling hour.
I hope I never have to scour.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Live
Please live! Don't part my fragile beauty.
A luminous thing can only be seen as an inhuman form as the moon; and you shine…you shine.
Stay. Why? I just bought you…to be sold and shipped away.
But I will love the way that one thing flicks every time I remember.
Remember doesn't go away…does it?
A luminous thing can only be seen as an inhuman form as the moon; and you shine…you shine.
Stay. Why? I just bought you…to be sold and shipped away.
But I will love the way that one thing flicks every time I remember.
Remember doesn't go away…does it?
Desert
The desert calls to me by the swirling dust in the night.
Only at night in a dream do I step and leave my print.
I tantalize cactus; wear the bare bones mask and sing toward the stars.
I trace ripples with fingertips.
I love the arid.
I love the heredity.
I love that land.
Painted rocks are my backdrop; the desert my stage; and I am the star.
Wonder
I wonder if me and Nirvana could sit by the ocean one day?
I wonder if I could sing like a canary?
I wonder if my black eyes tell stories or lies?
I wonder if a touch can turn time; or melt a snowy plain?
I wonder if a kiss could take forever…?
If you would ever take a break?
Curve
Righteous slide; skin so soft horizon; the art of the earth.
Sliding along I see with new eyes; childlike laughter expels from my lungs; I look up; always look up.
My mouth curves as I ponder curves and we think alike.
For a second.
Me and I Am. I'm proud to be made of them; to be among them; to see them for what they are…
to me.
White
Glaring back at me. Stark, naked and blank.
Wanting my scribbles, expressing my loves.
I will press and my tip will dance.
Will you take my hand?
Wings
Now you see them; now you don't
Crucified; I fuckin' died times tri
Back with a glow and a whole new flow
But ol' gal dead
no service or papers
She follows invisible wings through walls now and everyone looks at her with wide eyes.
Crucified; I fuckin' died times tri
Back with a glow and a whole new flow
But ol' gal dead
no service or papers
She follows invisible wings through walls now and everyone looks at her with wide eyes.
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