her with the milkweed hair
standing silent in the forest
i gave my heart to years ago
shed my skin to rip it out
bare hands and all
poem
angel of the
crescent moon sky
she makes my
heart
sing
if we can't find gold
in the days to come,
why yell at the
sun?
picking between my
c
r oo
ked t e e t h
the hurtful words
whom
hide from daylight
can' keep livin'
this life
in such disarray
eating away at my brains
the hateful stress continuously
seeps in
d e e p e r and f a r t h e r
as bleached as the sun
drained
from the red heat
these worn eyes have been
through
oceans and grey storms
silence fills the room
as my teeth begin
to grind
silver dawn
him with the unbeautiful
mind
will see through
the sheer lies
above the mountains
forms a silver dawn
the home to precious angels
whom don't know a
goddamn thing and butterflies
sing low music
come to me
a red rose blooms in my
palm as the slivered moon
rises
it's a nice
day for a funeral
i must say.
as crows make way
against a bleak sky.
nothing left inside, felt
just the sensation
to die.
it's raining blood,
painted skies-
red.
a moon full
of crimes
only the
stars know of.
knowing i
did my best
to give
you my heart
just to watch you
run in the dark
(blindly)
lay this body
W H O L E
into the
winter ground.
dig deep
to finally
let this soul
find peace
my yellow
butterfly.
poem.
the way he
plays his music,
it touches my
delicate soul.
sets free of all
feelings-
brings tears to my eyes
because i finally
realized, this
is
my
home.
i open my mouth
and out comes
a butterfly
here to speak
the words of
the
Holy.
a fossil heart
i hold,
in my bare palm.
for you,
inside,
hides opal feelings
of true l o v e.
as milky men
lick the stars
my light
is out for the
night
and now i cannot
read.
pocket poem 707
an immortal
white gold sky
sits confined under my
tongue.
an onyx moon will set
tonight
i can feel it in my teeth
d e e p
down
rattles my bones
awakens the soul
