WHEN

when i miss you most
again pink the close of the day
when You are not here

morning close of night

as if it contained you me

too see mourning with

LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS

love is missing – like some

code word for forever sad

too bad addiction takes many

love is giving – i to you too

me and how we burst

sun-like running blinded

through golden fields

we fall, elated, laughing

come closer, silly, she says

grabbing his butt as he lays

her, kissing where

are we?

yes. he says it all serious, tears

coming from his eye love you

too, she squeaks out from

under his hand goes down

kissing her deeper, feeling

her depths, layers of moist

clean and long he she closes

her eyes, squeezing him tight

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TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love

i regret to inform you

And sometimes i think of war O’
mar of The Sea and cry
The images so, cry for the
pain in my chest, and tits
like such a minor, even if
but to have more and O’
mar of The Sea breaks
children die and why can’t
there be more years
seasons of good and
tears from tiny buds, vines
in so many connotations
like
in my hands wrap around
yours
i am dirty and from sweat
in
working the vineyard,
me
see you laughing, but
war, i cry. The bomb
A bomb O’
mar. my legs wrap ’round
yours
really i cry as i as why ask
why, come for you for
death made us do it

we woke together, entwined by blood

tears and sweat, sweet to the taste

and to be too see

you laughing as

the last thing we see before death

i regret to inform you

 

 

Singing in The

bathing in the rain

drops drip drop blame

game it is not

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BI5IA8assfk

bathing in the rain

don’t care about The Stars when

bathing in Champagne

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvnYmWpD_T8

so vogue the bubbles lit

the music take your body

dancing in the purple roll’

rollin’ workin’ for the

man every day and night

singin’ in the bath

bathing in the rain

let me see you laughing
let me make you cry
i want too to
see you dancing
in your underwear

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4S_7wtJgYA

poetry

those things that cannot be said

live in our head, my body

parts that speak to us, words formed

from some distant time

over and over again and anger

i thought of how i want –

but can’t say, don’t want too

at other times – out loud

(not hear in public even if

the audience is so small) (the end of the public poem)

When i do make sounds for

You in particular, mouthing your

Name and the thought of your

Body’s reaction too mine – the heat

I think it is friction of the potential

Little pin points prick and tantalize

Drawing closer, circling, i laugh

Now you say, i like to make you mad

A little and then feel your surge inside

Of me from you, straight through

sitting, laughing, dancing,

crying in your hug.

a blur

the blur of the fog sits low

till static mists of light become stars

tiny and new, as if

as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here.

what could it be to have known you then?

taken your hand, the side of your arm

i pull in to you

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DON’T KNOW WHY

Don’t know why

eye cry wry eye

don’t know why

the cry of the

trumpet’s wail and

trumpet’s cry like

me eye

don’t know why,

 

And i don’t know whyyyy …

 

Listen to me

crying the trumpet’s wail

trumpets wailing trumpets

wail whine

wailing wail.

 

My man don’t love Me

listen man listen

Me man lone’ me

Love me ‘lone listen.

THE PAIN

THE PAIN

It is real

Like Grief

A balloon inflating inside my chest

Sounds sad wail out

Rains fall cold overlooking

The straights of round windowed patios just

Dress warm i imagine

Holding you there inside

It is real touch

Warm of your hands cold apon my face

Like Tears

Diffused at my ankles and cold metal

I push inside of you, your jacket

Rain drops cold on bare cheeks too

Your warm skin

Steam floats off

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TODAY

 

The storms comes and with it great change

So if time obeserved is change, too

And the reverse holds true as in physics and movement

Where inertia is a slowing of movement bringing it back to balance

As it aways seeks, the nature of things it is

And stillness is only the smallest movements unseen for the eye

The eye is in motion apon this planet as well, but the book

We will use the book as example, and equal pressure from the table it sits

So it appears in stillmess, yet

Now with time, as well, it appears as one thing until

Until we observe it and what if we do something to create the imbalance

May we go through the wormhole or some space time vortex

One light year is 6Trillion miles, but

His laser pen light took 14 seconds to reach the nebula and appear

In the computer screen, so is this

Is this proof of time travel, and do we do this by creating change

Forcing a gap in the space, by creating imbalance?