A purple submarine
Drifts past on a yellow wisp of sky
Floating to its decisive destinations
With a hard craft
And a cluey breath of air
We strive, aimlessly
to find
Our dinosaur scars
Every wall is built strong and
Floors, sparkling with every memory
every room, with too many windows
And the sun never feels, like hiding behind the moon
People dance without rhythm, and it feels better than music
Their smiles are brighter than stars
Every flower is beautiful, every pair of eyes happy
And everyone agrees
Like every part of me
That this is a kingdom
Where everything is grand
It dwells inside my heart
And every inch of it, is yours
And your my king, and your fit to be.
Alone with
Nothing but
Broken eyes and a pushy heart
And - tears seem to bravely jump
Holding hands and last words
Surrendering everything
To be free
From a tidal wave of longing
Making room for dreaded emotion
Which stacks itself more profoundly
Than need be
And my last conclusion
For this madness and magic..
I Love You
With more than I own.
Made myself beautiful today
With a yellow tube of sunshine
Added colour to my soul
And played a song of heart
Streaks of colour, marking imperfection
Toes of laughter
And silly games
I showed the sun my gratitude
For lighting up my day
Made myself beautiful today
With a yellow tube of sunshine
Added colour to my soul
And played a song of heart
Streaks of colour, marking imperfection
Toes of laughter
And silly games
I showed the sun my gratitude
For lighting up my day
Alone with
Nothing but
Broken eyes and a pushy heart
And - tears seem to bravely jump
Holding hands and last words
Surrendering everything
To be free
From a tidal wave of longing
Making room for dreaded emotion
Which stacks itself more profoundly
Than need be
And my last conclusion
For this madness and magic..
I Love You
With more than I own.
Every wall is built strong and
Floors, sparkling with every memory
every room, with too many windows
And the sun never feels, like hiding behind the moon
People dance without rhythm, and it feels better than music
Their smiles are brighter than stars
Every flower is beautiful, every pair of eyes happy
And everyone agrees
Like every part of me
That this is a kingdom
Where everything is grand
It dwells inside my heart
And every inch of it, is yours
And your my king, and your fit to be.
A purple submarine
Drifts past on a yellow wisp of sky
Floating to its decisive destinations
With a hard craft
And a cluey breath of air
We strive, aimlessly
to find
Our dinosaur scars
for p.
I guess she loves me. She's on the dance floor,
swaying, as if she knows hips are central
to the art of holding hands. She's got these
exciting eyes that promise ravishment later,
but for now she'll settle for gin and a notion
that if she licks your face, you'll grin and not recoil.
That's a bridge in those eyes. I can see how a body
could walk across and sway with it in the breeze,
reach some kind of bliss. She's been dancing like that
for years, swaying in the music, marking
the distance between me and those timeless futures
in her eyes. She must love me or stringing ropes
would be foolhardy. Couldn't be she's foolhardy.
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* *
no poem will slow the fall of leaves on quiet hills
no
this poem
will not reach to stop the tear of my lover,
as it slides down the bridge of her nose
When autumn turned winter no poet was there
and spring was also silent.
no verse will kill a man
but in this song of myself, i've opened my hand
to let you hold my inveterate soul.
"Let's pretend
that we killed a man."
Driving
to get away from ourselves.
Using other excuses.
Saved by road signs
pointing to nowhere
or tropical fish
on strings.
Focused on motion
the battle against the stagnation
of things.
"Let's pretend
that we killed a man."
Because the simple death of dreams
cannot permit escapes like these.
"What if we lived
in this car
and scraped together change
for motel diners."
Driving to start living.
"Then maybe
we could become
real people."
Instead
we are transitory characters
writing our histories
as we go.
Staring down that
endless dividing line.
Testing the depth of real
i love you my blood wench... my thump thump heart beat kiss me with a soldering iron... melted maga eyes ....burn me burn me... burn a hole through me... see right through me... fly a kite through me and laugh at the double dips and loppy loops that your thousand blown kisses produce.
use the back door my three footed mariachi maestro. and enter the dreams i have. of silken locks of petrified tears. bruised fruit and ripe wishes. i adore you. call me as your expert witness and i will surely testify on your behalf. i will paint rainbows with your eyelashes. watch you blink in ultra violet.
you mean the milkyway to me. help me recyle
With the eyes of a deep thinker
And the soul of a bird
He glides through
Mysterious terrain
Fish of ideas swim through the waters of his imagination
While the greater of swimming holes
Is where he sits
His guitar in front
Liquid music suffocates lust and desire
The strong voice of each string
Speaks louder than the loudest words
He drowns his mind
In the flooding room of music
From nowhere
The river starts to flow
Water flushes thoughts and wounds
Mystified by the lack of introduction
Surpassed by overwhelming discoveries
Locks, hidden under the calm water
Lash out and crumble in time
Destroying and laughing
No remorse
Words and laughter
Killing feeling, caressing emotions
The river keeps flowing
Back to its mysterious beginning