Our love used to soar high like two dragons in the sky We used to kiss and make love and cared less about gods above We moved in together, swore we’d face any weather A beautiful child was born and to each we were sworn Then one day we fought You said: “You’re not why I sought I slept with another man I’m no longer your all-time fan” The dream was harshly broken and all my tears spoken You and our dream child ran away I, with my fears, stayed … Read the full article…
Love tangles like dirtied satin sheets The deafer I become, the louder your voice inside my head The daemons are beckoned to rape me on my dream of our bed Memory is more vicious than death Seeing beauty, saddens me so much that I paint the world ugly In the grey eternity, poems of hurting are labelled pretty Facing the fact is facing the fear Where do we go from here? Baby’s got other men inside her Dry reality incursions me I’m an old victim of gravity Solitude is not … Read the full article…
The gentle snow of a full moon’s face caressed my soul like dew-wet lace Whirled away into that purity of a fantasy moment by the rose beauty of your debonair smile, I felt the loosening of my chains of exile Your inner voice spoke to me from the world of one eye It was the pained plea of the golden butterfly: “Help me, I’ve been hurt” My arms, like story castles, yearned to enfold you, this swelling emotion for presence so new Flung into your other eye, I became a … Read the full article…
It was brilliant in the individual woe: no surprise in waking and faking, no publication of the beggar’s throw; just the succumbing to inner shaking Fuck! the blanket (say hi to the day) Emotion to revolution to evolution (?) No soul gutting and people fray (rather a giving to the needing of raped occupation) Take a sentence to create and pray (indiscreetly invest applause) Be sensitive to Art Have an acid lay Kidnapped! pause … birth to cause? Disdogmafy, include longing, criticise (so cruel to insist that I exist) Non-committal … Read the full article…
In this hour of morning, I dream of feelings; in cataclysms and placidity, in pain and comfort, I dream of breasts and the inner you I plea from lost feet that don’t want to fight I’m crying from lower than my eyes I’m calling without words (just all of me) I’m reaching without hands (the way of love) I don’t call from the dreams that I had as a youth I love my uncertainties I want to be loved by my fears I never get what I want (despite travelling … Read the full article…
Leave me to treasure your silence, gain time enough to grow my wings and escape your silken pillow upon my face and fly to thrust my tongue between the lips of Life.
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