Hozier: Sweet Thing (Van Morrison Cover) - Naked Noise Session

soybean soulmate

i envy the wind that gets to touch your delicate skin.

                                as the sky turns a Summer Blaze Blue,

i fell asleep to the sound of the stream.

Miley Cyrus Performs "Help!" | Global Goal: Unite for Our Future

harvest moon

if i am the Queen of Crows,

  surrounded by pale pink roses under 

a harvest moon,

    who was the Queen before me?

did she wear brown eyes like me?

a Queen before me,

her intelligence

grew in gardens,

no man had to upkeep

she sucked elegant wisdom

from the velvet purple 

Dahlia 

   while midget bees

served her Lemon Tea

a Queen before me-

  she too must have a knife

to her side brain to swallow

this pain.

a blade sharp, as crystals 

  only to attest 

the King's Death. 

poem

when the lizard 

swims in the rain 

water

the trees begin to

grow

please don't try to kill me 

because i'm already dead

a stone that sinks deep

in this chest, my bones 

rattle. this heart rarely

beats

please don't try to kill me 

because i'm already dead

with a pencil to the head

and a gun to the eye,

nothing seems brighter

than the grey skies

please don't try to kill me 

because i'm already dead

magic

if you want me to care,

if you want me to sing-

   pick through the garden

while your hazel eyes  glisten

on the leaves of her cherry 

tree.

graveyard 

i can feel it 

   with my teeth:

you are my King

    a   n  d

i am your Queen

twelve twenty

i found myself drifting

up shore, drunk with

regret on my teeth

and lies in my pocket

tiny poem #89

hunting for you,

my fragile feet

follow the damp

ground.

poem

who knows 

what it means

to eat 

river beans?

red wine

a stick of dynamite

to the ear 

just to prevent

these thoughts

from spreading

creating

like a wildfire under 

the Wolf Moon

number five

eating eggs

red dress buckles

painted over

glazed eyes

many lies 

can't tell between

rings and trash

Pocket Poem

Can’t believe it-

I could never let this go-

Not again-

Not through any cracks-

PLASTIC SPOON kind of LoVE

    I know you can’t see/the stars that

Shine or the music that flies/ I’m sorry

But I did try/ I wanted to give you the world/

Before I could help  myself/

poem

Can you just tell me you love me-

one last time

  Even if you can’t feel it-

Just tell me I’m the best

And I can take care of the rest.

  breathing in

              breathing out

I will always love you,

  The way I feel the moon:

Untouchable sense of Life before

The Sun shines.

poem

our love is like no other.

You brought me back,

the old me.

        B r o u g h t          B a c k      T H E    O LD   m e

Let her stay a while. Enjoy

This view,

    together.

Hold one another’s 

    heart until we   d ie.

Alone in a time of hope

       Less

               Ness

When the butterfly can’t

Fly no more

        When the bear ate the bark

        And the grass was taller than Derek

        We can’t predict the weather but I know for

Sure the stars will light our nice

Evening Walk,

       So don’t forget the wine

As I will bring along

      Mr. Stanford

 

 

With a mug in his left hand,

The old man smiled

As the sea took him

poem

   If we can’t feel

   The air we breathe

In and out

Of our lungs

That bleed,

     how can the men even see?

      M O O D

Shot my Mother

In the church parking lot

Before God told me

The truth

    Before the sun came up

I shot my Father in the

Cemetery

Before the Devil stole my

Soul

  Before the sun came up

baby fawn

As I let the dawn eat my misery

  The sun sets in his e y e s, 

                          this is our goodbye

Dripping   down  the  side  of  my    f a c e

 

    Questions about the moon and how it became

                 Where the rain wears self conscious thoughts of past years

                 With roses between every black bear

   The warm evening night     brings out the mice

sounds like a still sea
skeletons, 

boys
constant with their

environment
the feelings of weakness
linger
as tips of fingers
gently
move
the ghost

poem
 how much should

I have to give him

Just to prove my love

To him?

                Flowers hang

From my lobes and I haven’t

Smiled in days

Get me out of the dark

   And show me how

To love again

snow so b l u e 

when we met my 

heart was young

  and torn

heard the children die

in the River

held the blood of

her father

the heart of her mother

asking for help 

when nothing else 

seems clear

rain down on this soul

open up these thoughts

show the hidden love

"and 

now i begin to

understand myself"

she said

listening to the water

beating and beating

           the thoughts in

         my head like

      the drum

poem

you may have seen my body

you may have held 

        my     h e a r t 

but now 

just leave me in the dark

like the bird on the water

  trying to be   f r e e-

to love someone again
when they’ve been in
once before
they’ve walked these halls
they have seen me:
     w o  r n.

Falling in   l o v e   with one

         who had your heart

Before is like staring into the sun

On an August afternoon

    Like sinking in quicksand

    and you      c a n n o t

Move

  Sinking, slooowly

To fall back in love with one who

Once had your heart

Is like pulling a loose

Tooth on a

T

uesday morning

don't lie to me

strip my body down

 take my skin

 take my eyes

all that's left 

 a rib cage full of lies

lies f e d to me

lies i've created

  before my mind

knew black from white

before the robin

took me on my first

flight

h a n g i n g 

        from each bone

   for years to come

for years to stay 

drown me in the lake 

for these lies have killed this s o u l

Amy Winehouse - Know you now (live)

My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you
But I'm not listening to her, mm hm
Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you
You'll whisk your head back the way it were
As you were

a warm cup of tea

eating a dozen 

                bumblebees

 with marble eyes

and a heart f u l l of gin

frozen

tempted

by the sea 

i gently throw

my whole soul

to the wind 

to see what 

bee finds

me

next to love, 

drowning

in her lies

my eyes swell

full of tears

   ...MOOD

tiny poem

       when it seems 

HARD TO BREATHE

when the clouds 

          steal your voice

when your mind

SETS FIRE

                                        i love you amy

Clear emerald

    Silence in my brain-

     The men form a line

      The funeral line,

Where my mother dies,

From the depths of mountains 

 To the fields of green-

           Nothings seems to stick

           Besides weeds

           and Winter Sadness

poem

I wish I could sleep at the foot of your graveyard

       Cemetery grass

       And authentic memories

   Of the past-

                 While the Moon 

                 hangs low we dance

                 In the light

I wish I could dream at your funeral

 

Flowers to smell

  Bringing people together

Wearing  a watch

       For he said,

 “call any time past noon”

THE KiNG

LOVE YOU FOREVER PAPA

Far Caspian - Between Days [Full Ep]

Florence + The Machine - Hunger

Oh, you and all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
You make a fool of death with your beauty, and for a moment
I forget to worry

   the sunrise

while the creek runs clean

       the sun atop

of waves, float downstream

while birds soar and squirrels scatter

only to wash ashore

the feelings of a dead bee

        flower petals rain

        from quivering clouds

as today marks my grandfather's 80th birthday

eighty times around a 

         Strawberry Sun and still

         has all his

         Baby Teeth

another (poem)

  sleepwalking,

i stumble through

tall 

red oaks,

their branches

   and their weeping roots

fond of sunshine-

i find myself dancing 

in the creek as the

light of each reflection

   is different but still

beautiful.

 poem

hiding books of poetry and records

of lost music 

  in an abandoned barn

    not a soul will know

only the dogwoods and the bees

   as i make my way 

down the quivering creek 

         a flower

laughs at me

burning truth

wooden windows,
   the men can study
but little do they know,
fire is beauty-
    to find beauty 
in anything is sacred.

untitled.

    sweet thing 

how is he allowed to kill my soul?

 to take my heart 

       and rip it whole?

   but the minute i raise my voice

the men throw me to jail-

rob my riches            take my home,

  but once 

he puts      fire

           to my    s  o  ul

my stomach   t  urn s

   as i force the  k nif e  in

    - to kill 

him

for i've been  d  ead

          this 

WHOLE 

                         time.

ink

infest her peculiar

needs, desires

  nourish the

     devotion

leave her soul to 

   t h a w             with

the morning dew

          violet virgins

harvest this 

  year's      sunlight 

six five 2020

making love to 

   your mind       that night

our bodies

      intertwined- 

in the moonlight 

    dancing to 

the gentle sound of

     Jazz

our feet touch 

the ground-

            as our 

souls reach FOR the

               Strawberry Moon

machine

if you divide
   the time you
    have 
in half
       with the 
amount of rain 
received today,
  letters will 
pour from 
   gourd shaped clouds

My Place: Florence Welch

"i like the past in objects...

    id' say the past 

in my mind, 

     less"

GUTS

quaint confinement

   masculine cavities

conceal murky pistols

   indulge in eternal virgins

 nuclear guts, honeysuckle nuts

           nourish the nuns

         while i confine

       the children

Florence + The Machine Acoustic Performance | A Moment With the Met | Vogue

Well the feeling was always too much for me, 

        it always came too strong
I wanted to get it right 

          so badly that I always got it wrong
So you keep pushing on
          You hope it won't be long
Till you could find the child you were
                 And find a way to get along

poem

strung above the windows

    bones, hair, teeth

create a garland

scattered on the living room floor

ashes of the dead

     ones who once lived, now dead

all their ashes

as loose teeth make a necklace

cold blood is served 

in a coffee mug 

disappear into the night

the stars begin to sing

to me

i had to follow the moon

to make my way home

owls and wolves danced

on the sidewalks 

the trees began to sway

Eating mankind

   Licking the lies

Sucking the love

             d r y.

  

Amy Amy Amy

Imobile, I can't think by any means
Underwear peeks at the top
I'll let you know where you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you

Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel

Mazzy Star - Fade Into You (Official Video)

January (precious) 

i wish i could sleep at 

the foot of your grave

                                  cemetery grass

                                  and authentic

                                  memories of 

our past-

while the moon hangs

low we dance in 

the light

i wish i could dream

at your funeral

   flowers to smell 

   bringing together 

   the spirits (human)

wear a watch

    he said,

"call me anytime

past noon"

wish i could sing

sang from the wooden 

   windows

sang from the shells

the honest truth

  in her hand

touching your body

  with only her 

mind

taking time

                  N O T 

   dwell on 

useless     l o v e. 

CLOVES - Don't Forget About Me (Official Video)

Lost through time and that's all I need
So much love, then one day buried
Hope you're safe, cause I lay you leaves
Is there more than we can see?
Answers for me

And hey, hey
Without you there's holes in my soles
Hey, hey
Let the water in -

piano will take me away

when it's genuine

you can feel the 

sky with your teeth

you can eat the 

mountains and

   their roads

soak up the s u n

with your mind.

revised (list of things)  the KING and I 

shall study, one day

dog year(S)

i wish my heart

didn't feel this way

 didn't get thorns 

stuck in her side

just to remind

her 

     that love 

in this room 

is a magenta

   (kind of blue)

ate some frzn mangoes 

and just fckn vibed this afternoon

howl

surrender

when your knees

bleed

when your heart

aches

untouched by the

demons she has 

          swallowed

by the silence 

  she has attempted

to make a home in-

   drunk on sadness 

              looking for a  way out

eat my nightmares 

    just to prove 

love 

       is a pearl

little poem #00009

   beating 

   and

   beating 
-

   the 

   thousand 

thoughts 

-

in my head 

   beat like an

angry drum

-

inside o u t

 when we met my 
heart was yearning
and torn
heard the children die
in the River
held the blood of their 
 Father-
the heart asks
for help when nothing
else seems clear-
     rain, down on my soul
 open up the thoughts
show the hidden love
and now i begin to 
 understand myself
 as the blood runs off
each 
finger 
tip 

document

pick through Humanity

   voices of destruction

harmonize extractions

harmonize peace

    tombs of our grandparents

once loved, once lived

   their swelling bodies turn to

dust for us to wash away

       hate against humans

passed by the devil

                  to set fire to souls

  

Silver Staples

creation of the mind

    to prove an eloquent statement

expressive yet undetermined

   nothing holds meaning

like the bees who

    pollinate the seasons

CLOVES - "Hit Me Hard" (Live) | Vevo DSCVR

September

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

beer cans

when the lizard 

swims in rain water

the trees begin to 

grow/

poem

an assassin of night- 
slit the sky with her 
knife before sunrise
  short skirts, bruised knees
kissed by an angel

Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good (Bobin'o Cabaret, Paris, 28.06.2007)

1-800-COFFINS

building coffins

for the Q u e e n

a place she can 

release her fickle

actions- where

no man has say

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Left, Down, Right, Down

Disappoint                  For immortality 

The demented             Sprouts in             

Gypsies                       A comatose space

POEM

A Queen with an ambiguous mind

    Slender fingers

    Slender lips

Maleficent

  Only to pacify the King

  She would

Boil her gypsy soul

   And feed her eyes

To all of mankind

To conceive some type of

(   V E L C OR    D A W N  )

I just want to melt into rain

             and

   Pour myself over flowers

whole     

While desolate clouds gently

Slip into tomorrow

    Our mouths meet

 For what seems like

The first time

Pick dandelions to

Make      Wishes

Only

to camouflage

Sunken feelings

     And aromas

The wicked wind

Rubs against nostalgic

Impressions

Sparking tongues to

Touch the FULL MOON

I love you

  Plus ten years

 

Soup Spoon

A lifetime of

   Mundane love

Couldn’t save the Queen’s

S o u l- she made her way

        Through Springs,

        Through Winters,

even through the city

   only to sacrifice a bird

in return for a Boy’s heart

     as my body crawls to the Crescent Moon

day in and day out

    searching….

Vulnerable minds, sunrises.

    A subconscious ribbon

         ties together

              My 

           lungs