Saturday, April 30, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 534

I Don’t Know Why
Time passes
then you die.

It's enough.

No regrets,
no goodbye.

Face your heart,
mind,
breath.

Space and time entwine
spiritual and divine.

The lonesome heart.

Souls part
in lonely eyes.

And I see places I've been.

I've seen simply
pale into view,

cross my heart,
cross my fingers,
hold my breath.

Space and time entwine
spiritual and divine.

But the lonely cry.

We are spiritual and lonesome,
our souls are the lonesome heaven.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 533

Be My Baby
love could be

emotion in deep

bad devotion baby

feelings come careful

looking in exactly

magic eyes mine

dive with feelings

and be what

chains looking careful

are now for

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 532

Glass Angel
Angel in danger 
Show me strange falling shadow
And persuade your love.

When you're deep inside
You persuade the stars and love
Play with me, angel.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 531

When A Lover Leaves You
What a situation.

Confetti delicate tender storms
escape reward through demons
passing by nights
when a lover leaves knowing
the world falls useless
in passing reward before
demons have tried
the morning after nights.

I have tried.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 530

Darlene
Where do you go? 

Skyline?
Passion?
Shadows?

Addictions don't have to think.

Darlene,
this is where your arms
high upon magic weave.

Mindless.
Flicking.
Twilight.

Time is your religion, my addictions.

Darlene,
This is where your spell
upon the magic can't take it anymore.

Religion.
Addictions.
Darlene.

I want to be eternal.

Falling.
High.
Eternal.

Your spell that you weave.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 529

How My Eyes Adore You
A bubble floating above melting day
will forgive the lucky fortune
of the small and lonely golden tears.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 528

Golden Heart
a bubble floating high
won't break, won't melt fragile.

so coldly hope will forgive me
for who I really am in the morning.

we are lucky there's a light
crawling slowly in the mirror.

the moods of joy and anger
owe fortune tears shining love.