I would marry you every day that I live Every day to drain that sweet intoxicating nectar from your eyes From your mouth. Your brown skin shimmer with the nectar, your nectar My fingers tickle the bow strings of my Cello Dvorak appears but its Schubert’s Serenade I hear. Emotions taze me, taze me and I can’t die, love does not die it seeps into my pores And make me cry. How simple it is to love. Schubert’s Serenade…
Is that all there is? Is that all we have? How is America great again? tell me, tell me, I want to know. aaaah, the hole in his stomach running red it bubbles while his hand jerks and twitches his eyelids have come down like shades, twitch some more, the legs twitch as the life creeps up from them to exit from the top of his body. Strange fruit, fallen from the tree of life, strange fruit black and red. great…
Though the cup may seem empty, and you feel the silence bearing down much like fingers kneading your unyielding skull, though your chest pressure is more than negative still breathe, breath is life, breath is hope, breathing conjures tomorrow when all might be renewed, another day, another sorrow, another round of laughter at the cooler where eyes dance with desire and lies come easily, hold on to that thing within life is sometimes silent like death be still, just listen,…
GOTHAM. ON THE SIXTH DAY OF RAIN. Gloomy Gotham Your secret is out. I love you New York City. Gotham, you continue to hold me with your magnetic gaze, your gloomy magnetic gaze ensorcells me and from what your minions tell, it will be a long time coming before you set me free. Gotham, release me, I must roam, your street beckon me, I am unable. A glimmer in Gotham? could it be that your heart still beats for me?…
Paradox or Parody take me as I am it’s all I have to give I am the gloom on your mornings the glow in your sunset the mist when the moon glows your single ghost your enduring scream I am your flickering torch all your anxieties, is what I am your lover, your friend, your critique your beloved. take me as I am, clichéd and boring forever your love just take me. lmh.
Light the fire I am not cold I need mood and tenderness, Light the fire I am getting undressed Don’t warm your fingers, Startle me, Startle me into love One more time. Pay no attention to my whimpering I am contentedly drowning in your arms Yes, that finger on my earlobe Your palm cradling my sacrum
HAGGADAH. We will remember, we will remember We hunger in our souls. We remember the scars Let us recall the thirst Lord we remember the nails and thorns. Walk us across Jerusalem O God Let us look back at our heritage . …
Outside the outside of the box, it is singular I AM. A concept, the reality is unsure, there is no self Pronouns do not exist, how am I doing this? Outside the outside of the box when I am inside the outside Nothing is real, Yet everything is realized and checked Perfectly streamed I glide along sharp lines that come soft when I connect and bounce Backwards and shatter into trillions of information highways I know things, I am things…