Saturday, September 17, 2016

September 17, 2016

A pause now in postings as I push on into this writing.

May the The Unseen Seed be completed soon.

Thank you all for reading this far.

Saturday, September 3, 2016

September 03, 2016 (T), (LVer)

(T), (LVer)

it was back then i spell fell under your cast
though you held no such intention
through your innocent unawares at all

perhaps i more dove
adoring you deeply first glanced
and daringly deeper second
but the deeper i dove
the more i froze
knowing i chose
beyond reach

still taken by your beauty
and the fantasy it forms
i sit imagining perfect possibilities
where one thing means another
and another still still another
bringing you to thought everyday
and praying your dream every night

may your heart hold no fallacy for me
for you are pure in my want while i wait
the long unpunctuated silences
of these pirouetting pains to speak

even words slow down slow dancing

("He speaks words of love to me, they are every day words and they do something to me")(LVer)

Friday, August 26, 2016

August 26, 2016 (T) (Tr)

(T) (Tr)

The Overtaking

we met along the path
that day of shared direction
she running fast past
before in pause for me to catch
and apprehend the portent

and it was in that rest i did delay her
one short breath by word the more (disturbed)

such are fleeting steps of love
made of haste and great dispatch
paced in measures sure
on the way beyond the end

Friday, August 19, 2016

August 19, 2016 (Tr)


lies of currency for omens
and poems of portent prophecy
are but the dire desires of a dying knell
speaking well their truth for change
for what is said today
is not the same tomorrow
content loses context
in just a generation
each succession succeeds
in exceeding the excesses
of the previous spelled excuses
of redefining lies

Saturday, August 13, 2016

August 13, 2016 (T) (LVer)

(T) (LVer)

clinical rhythmical beats
flush a draining tempo pale unpulsed

out of the ambient bent harshness
of my unrehearsed mind
my unwashed wish unharnessed
is to whisper unhushed
this one uncorrupted thought

before the sensation of throb surceases
flat line repulsed

("He has entered into my heart a bit of happiness that I know the cause of")(LVer)

Friday, August 5, 2016

August 05, 2016 (T)


in direct oppositional tabboo
to societal crocheted crotchets
i cut myself freely that i may love you
unjudged holding no guilt before god
let my paralytic lyrics lick your crotch
for this is but an inkling my lolita
my L amor of a numb cum-cum-becoming

Friday, July 29, 2016

July 29, 2016 (Tr)


Let the Reader Understand

he's a faux
as in fee fi
far from fa so la
more attuned to do
to be the foe
free to lyric lick
and spell alike
sick elixirs of liquid ills
whose distilates of desolation
sweetly swallowed
flaw and kill