Aurora - I Went Too Far (Live on the Honda Stage)

Die Antwoord - Rich Bitch (Official Video)

I'M A RICH BITCH

24th time around the Summer 

crucial to the sun,

   heat from August

   s   t   u  c   k   

 to

her forehead

           as bugs and

flies buzz by

             when the sand touches

her toes

   the sun

m e l t s              into

the amber horizon

getting creative with the backgrounds because i been stuck in the office.... 

enjoy this office plant poem pic :) 

grey kind of ocean blue

immerse yourself in a body of water

   feel her,

 in and out,

stronger,

then weaker,

then strong again,

   the feelings within a human

change with 

the shape of the

water

smallest pocket poem yet

two beautifully broken

yet mended together

 t r a n s p a r e n t

        bumble bees        

          shiver into

the night

 

a beautiful rectangle        

          composer of the birds

  her  wind shares beautiful

     melodies with me while 

  i sip my    summer   t e a

the 10AM BLUES

to dress my darling in the most

luscious pelt coat is an

                     understatement  

                  for my feelings

         towards this year.

   while monkeys have been flying,

vibrating, through the placid sky,

   we hear the neighbors ramble their

soothing grace while harvesting

the midnight crop.

      fragments of you,

   fragments of i,

 

                elongate over

   centuries   of

time.

 

pale pink shade of rose

I feel my feet

      wither and vibrate

on the    perforated edge

    two steps back

                       and there

                          I go down the

oblique rabbit hole

           a haven where

tears were harvested

        devoured a pine hue

only to provoke the   truth

   help me find my way

back to you 

     

POEM.

       laughed,

smiled,

watched:

          as I wasted

years of this life

         (my precious human life)

    fell backwards down a

dark lit rabbit hole

        (fast, faster, CRASHED)

just to find my mother

dead,

       at the end.    my mind’s

    t i m e

consumed with lies and doubt,

teaching my soul

       life lessons, learning  NOT    to

hold tight to   thorns. 

         ((no matter the beauty))

a mistake made at night,

       only to bring 

light,

back to my home.

Dave Matthews Band - Stand Up (For It) (Live At Red Rocks)

I woke up to the angels
They're singin' in my head
You look so good naked next to me
An angel in my bed

stars that cry

evaporate the thought

of our love- 

i can't even fathom 

the rock road or

the maple trees

no more

blue fuse

filling the room with

laughter,

   the child reaches

  and grabs a night

star 

Hozier - Better Love (From The Legend of Tarzan)

Blind to the purpose of the brute divine
But you were mine
Staring in the blackness at some distant star
The thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are
To the wild and to the both of us
I confessed the longing I was dreaming of

here lies the body

"welcome to my Father's resurrection"

    i screamed as the men came in

the wooden door shut hard behind them

      the trees with cripple bark, the 

     clouds with a melancholy stare

wither away with the need to devour grace

     the fate between oblique women and horses

winter worms and their bone(s) 

   lay out to dry the minds of blind children

the warrior's adventures on the horse 

warrior of the pine mosquitoes

    hunchbacks make their way 

    home with sixty-seven horses

marsupial minds rotting between

    dusty morning suns and 

    snake eyes 

wish him luck as he enters the 

     Summer Haze Sunrise 

(orange)

tart alligator eyes

   her blood covered fangs

   hang in the lavender moonlight

(the) raven hides his

       wings in the forbidden

       yellow hue 

poem088

June Bugs cover my two eyes

bones rubbing together, creating

a lightning fuse

accordion of the nocturnal 

  evening, 

  hoarding onions and bergamot 

forbidden whispers  

       a

nd rotting fate

counting sixty-seven snakes

    

round

comatose mind

fickle shade of olive

immortal nuns

with an ambiguous 

attitude, pacify only

men with slender

noses who devour 

mild women 

poem

conceive
oblique
gypsies

slender
shivers
fuse
decrepit
elegance

liquefy
demented
harvest

 

black markers

being afraid of what may be,

being afraid of what could have been,

    being afraid:

is more of a waste than the honey

bees produce at night

cashew love

elegance painted across

her eyelashes

rose tinted glasses

collecting flowers 

just to harvest 

my fate

air, so soothing, 

gently passes by 

poem

twisting,

growing,

vibrate

devour the

love SHE

gives you

her salmon colored mouth

harvest   the melancholy love

still left in her olive heart

    collect the tart lavender

thoughts that shiver down

                    Summer’s Spine

     her eyes a shade of pearl

    devour the fear

that reads on her lips

 

back pockets

her coarse mind

always in the way

 

      a distate

for everything:

the day, the month, the time

   even if she has to alter 

her eyes,    things could 

be worse

with extra elbowroom,

      she can finally see

poem

drag the verticle stars 

   upside down

alter the dark mind

go back in time 

he sings to me at night 

cultivate 

     the love

the meek moon

shares on Sundays

have a quaint thought?

  ask the man next door

tedious times, call for 

    intricate flies to infest

mascaline men and their 

        thighs 

as time passes 

where are you now

that the winter has thawed

  the venerable minds of 

years 

past 

eating eternal babies

versatile nuns and 

honeysuckle rain

fall and hit her skin

oh so gently 

lines that make words

a murky mind, 

   objects placed in time

where memories

remember Quaint, dark

noises

   

 cedar talons 

piercing through HER

     body

just to harvest the 

magenta Children 

of tomorrow

here I am, lying on the kitchen floor (almost dead)

transforming into

         sixty seven

 versions

                 of me 

wearing a marsuplal mind

tonight the bergamot moon

will RISE

fangs to show, a golden 

heart to throw

against this brick wall

    for the winter worms

have come out to play

       

good god

harvest my guts

    in the midst of

this virgin hurricane

orphans and sunflowers

        weeping gourds 

and   hunchback ravens

when it rains here,

the children moan

red lips

cedar,

honeysuckle,

beehive.

dull rosemary sprouts in the violet light

cedar,

honeysuckle,

beehive.

a dozen (dead) roses 

bergamot and honey

    th i c k 

across the 

       marsupial air 

a silk sunrise, rotting

    into next year

while bone(s) and 

  Red Robins sing

              lullabies

     the cotton clouds

pass by

slower than molasses 

    during this HOT July 

this is a poem

the raven 

displayed it's 

fangs

on August Afternoon

before the fence caught 

fire, before the girls rode

their bikes

the raven displayed 

it's fangs

the slender sideway

ate the night,

before their eyes 

before their eyes

strings and 66

an alligator mind

mysterious 

brings ya back in time-

Jun Bugs fly to the moon,

  cotton mosquitoes continue

to suck my sister's blood

cripple from the heat

   the bones of our ancestors

rot in the nocturnal night

untitled

I begged 

my mother to watch as 

I jumped off

the deep end-

circling around-

I couldn't take the

storm winds any

longer

POEM

e y e s 

made of cotton

to push through

the 

v i o l e n t 

sea

family portrait 

i dreamt of a time

where i dragged 

my whole family

down- to form

             one line-

    dead 

in a burlap sack

the river funeral

has just begun 

bears and flies, oh my

fell asleep with the

back door open

        candle glow

kitchen

good thing I live 

in the woods

          candle glow

kitchen

not a soul around

to make a noise

fell asleep with the

back door open

HER(queenofcrows)

you don't want to love me-

it's more even the Devil

can handle- 

embrace the taste

external sunshine

rise with the

moon

kiss the river 

water 

goodnight

eternal as a flower

my soul

grows 

as you

walk in

this 

room

go to town

melted 

trash 

cans

stuck

to 

the 

cement

poem

cutting words out 

of newspapers

just to form

a sentence

to

explain my

feelings 

towards you

vines and flowers

would you mind 

sewing together

pieces of you &

pieces of me so i 

wouldn't feel so

broken lately?

small pocket poem 79

i found myself drifting

up shore, drunk 

with regret on my teeth

and lies in my pocket

poem

here she lies:

   a girl body

with a coyote

heart.

antediluvian 

and desolate.

Lake Street Dive - Rabid Animal (Live @Pickathon 2013)

How will I ever find you in the darkness
With no light

poem

leather minds

   tear apart

close clouds

with no mind

        no time

kill the babies with
a golden knife

door knobs 

that 

bite

poem

walking home one night the stars

begin to sing to me....

i had to follow the moon to make my 

way home. the owls and wolves all

danced on the sidewalks. the trees

began to sway- i could finally smell

the leaves.

window poem. 

when the sun cries and your 

flowers don't bloom. trips

to the moon and rides to our

dreams. I love you no less

than the Sun and the Moon. 

 car sushi with my love

microscopic pocket poem

imagine the flowers grew

inside and all the trees

held our secrets

poem 556.2

the flame dances

with the saxophone.

the phones off the

hook. children 

screaming loud. 

peaches and cream,

life is like a

dream.

poem #99998

dark grey Matilda

the witch whom sits

on my dresser all 

year. 

real or  not?

she holds the spirits 

with i dream. she 

scares away my 

bad dreams. she 

protects my human

brain. no need to 

move Matilda. she's

beautiful where she 

sits. 

feathers made of silk in my sleep

i don't know where i was when 

i went to bed last night.

the place was cold, damp and 

full of earthworms. missing 

girls appeared on the sewage river

tied in bows. 

messages reading, 

         "who 

is here" 

pale pink moon

nectar drips,

  let me pick 

that up, 

off your chin

to go where?

let's talk about the 

planets spinning, 

moving in thin air

smells like apple pie

i made friends with the bees

long ago-

the wind swept our 

worries away. 

we rest together, on the

mushroom top. while 

the moonlight sits

upon our 

tan skin-

water  makes sound

i'm in some sort of room

fans made of animal remains

walls painted with blood

when the sun rises, the work 

must get done. leave the lion

alone, 

leave her be

black

the piano strikes a mood

  the room begins to move

the walls sway- side to side.

as i swear my body is

upside down- thick air,

clouds block my view

of anything

real. 

i 

close

my 

e

y

e

s

paperclip songs

membranes and such

magenta thoughts

sunset eyes 

under disguise 

poem 55

remember how we met

with roses on my eyes

and your brown brown 

thighs. the sun hit your 

lips some kind of way

that very day.

two eyes and one nose

I will wear a Bonnet 

I will be a Poet

I will sing until my Lungs Bleed

semicolon dissertation 

dancing with the wind

birds have three wings

hear the cackle of a crow

sunflower fields shine

rivers that are mind

Hazy Sky, Hazy Mind

fifteen minutes

   midnight 

coffee and cigarettes

shine bright, black love

night tea, honey and salt

change my locks to 

protect the ghosts

 UNTITLED

     when the world seems to crumble, 

     when she can’t stand straight

the ocean has no water, the sea has no salt

 a burning sensation,        yearn for life

days seem confusing

a thick,                                                  pulp HAZE          

 makes it hard read

the names of the days,                            but

when  his eyes intertwine with mine,  

   a  sidewalk behind us, holding us up

    when his soul lifts mine, and we reach

                            higher, higher, higher

   we collect the   quaint night sky

stars         as     the Coyote ho w l      s

the        river rushes in    as he

kisses my heart,

                      tighter

 

pocket poem #69

  eating silkworm  

salad              and

learning to accept

myself.

poem

over mountain tops 

          under the sea

             full of stars

 smeared across the

faint blue-black sky 

             a candle, lit

        the scent races through

the trees, the leaves

               they sway

 making shapes 

making sounds

nothing around

      silence screams 

as i look

over, 

    all  i see 

is your  shadow

waltzing across 

the wet 

green   grass

golden star love

on this very day:

            Sticky July

humidity glued to the sky

   angrily, she began to rain.

devoured the

        mature seeds 

planted           by children of 

color    only to provide explanation.

    an example of growth-

   sense of time slips 

into space as the 

tenuous

rain 

          drops.

 mini page

   I just want one lick

one bite, of his golden M  O O   N        RISE

   If he insists I do his laundry on Tuesdays

then I can defiantly find time in         between

peach picking and mowing

to read to the sweet birds my poetry

      leaving the windows  open

inviting all my bee friends

            as the morning turns afternoon

I watch the living room paint 

                                               dry.

 

petite poem

if we took as much time as we did

    milking the cows-

                 life wouldn’t 

be 

THAT bad .

 

S.S. LOVEDREAM

as we lay

  on the musty beach floor

sand braids my hair while

he glues together

 my broken heart

….    again.

      mixed with shells and the

   luminescent light             of  the

 crescent moon.

my  mind begins to         c r e e        p

  slowly  into

waves which crash against

     the naked shore.

as he leans in,

  for his lips to touch mine,

the ocean stars

whisper

                          goodnight.

King Princess - Pussy Is God

our mood tonight <3 s.s.

arrows that don’t point

find me under the sun

     love stuffed between

  my                TEETH

like the days 

        where months

               turn to seconds

    i can’t seem to let go

of this feeling

   eating

wholesome souls

with a toothpick

      sitting in his  grin

   

 

sidewalk dinner date 4 two.

   the afternoon swallows the night

                            (  whole, entire, full   )

everyt h i n g             becomes still

candles to give us light

                             f o o d to give us     l o v e

between you and I

     skies melt, angels disappear

to whisper sweet nonsense

                        into our ears

we sense the feeling of life

              through    s o u l s

as they touch

   right before the velvet     M O O N

waves goodbye

  kiss me   o n e   last time 

                           before it stops the rain

 

 

the love blues

when the music stops

the candle goes out,

our evening has just begun

 

sounds dance on the walls

while the rain falls, steady

nothing between us at all

 

just our love that soars to

the ceiling, touching the sky

and melting our minds

 

when the music stops

the candle goes out,

our evening has just begun

 

sidewalk dinner date 4 two.

  ..........

decapitated details

   itching my soul

   yearning for  words

to make sense

tied behind the lies

      fed to eyes

of newborn calves

wearing red before

Labor Day

 while blood cleans

the wounds

     of the wounded

 

snow so white

the way she holds the moon

    on a pale winter’s day

as the snow gently rests upon

     her soul

      she sings to the white dove

secret soul

I love you in the way

your eyes sing me to sleep

   the way your nose touches

my lips

  the way your voice touches

my soul

     holds me when I need to feel

whole

((green plants))

ink

    d

      r

        i

          p

             p

        ing

from a pen

that writes

letters to

family members

who no longer

exist

 

   to fill my time

with missing voids

memories monsters ate

to quiet my brother

from a restless night’s sleep

 

p   o   e   m.

 

with your soul in my left hand

   tears run down my face

erasing  my  will to survive

                         through a time

    where nothing seems right

H   A   T  E   fed to the children

in the womb of     M O T H E R S  

         blind to the light

that

   holds her family together

…. continuing to cling on

to your soul

    my left hand cramps

morning     m o o n

as she yawns,

   mountains move.

                (mysteriously)

the sun shines through

her brown hair,

   as it f 

             a

                 l

                    l

                       s    

                           b e t w e e n    her

still shoulder blades

   trees grow where love

 finds a home.

 

 

soft kisses

 

 

caressing your neck

with summer’s truth and lies

that hide under

                   your teeth.

 

where your grin should sit,

when December hits,

      the roads are slick,

   with Thunder Ice

and black birds that hiss.

 

"take the Full Moon to bed, for she

   won’t be born again"

    the owl said.