Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.

Feathers whisper stories and poems of life before.
Feathers lie in the cold, it tell stories of life before.
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthday. Show all posts

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Rejuvenation Happens Whether You Like It or Not: The Greening.

Wings of emerald gem keep on plunging
 With the breeze, alight on the toothed-bosom
 Of loamy mass and moist puddle as
The sun sleeps and wakes--fondles the passage
 Of time and landings, still more landings, still crackle
 In the big magnet in silent crunch toothed-
Bosom tenaciously grinding and synthesizing
It colored the wings not with yellowredwhitebluepurple or what!
But of brownecrugreyblackchocolate milk for underneath hairs
Just for rebirth of hilarious emerald-babies
 Of the same and wings where the slight digits
 Of WrensThrushesWarblersandHummingbirds
Softly firmly clasp the moldy hanger hanging
 Bearing reborn fluting-fluttering wings
One time again, they pop melodies of


Wednesday, August 21, 2013


Cyclope peep through the silent golden Trace
Lift upwards its sight to woe cool cottons
Below the lovable screen of eternity
When unwilling plural ‘come singular
Cycling with us ensync by fate or choice?
Both intense a searing loves a kindling ember
Unbearable to desert Gobi skies
Eternal cycling slaves in slavery
When Hugeness is in power so far and
 Soul is to spirit ours Is what it means
  The nimbus is to downpour and bee to blossom.
Therefore, disappearing tells appearing
With thoughts so in deeds Imagery and
 Reality tangible and intangible
 Coarseness And fineness: All thise shits are only shits
 To Love just becomes our slaves to our love
That their sir wakes up in endless cycles
 Bends Its head To the yawning west unbends to
 stretching east for itself (as it finds itself)
More slave to its cycling “for all time Come”
 Than Birds’ hilariously Atop each other
 In the offshoot of tall emerald gem
 THAN You with me to bed in nightly dream
Below the deepest called ecstasy  Seems forever (yes it’s, know it)
 As We enjoin our soul and spirit in search yes we lie down there
Dreaming And muttering dformdsilhouettedsubstanceessence about The terrible slave driver
                                   Happy Birthday to you
                                                                 My LUV

                                                     My Only Candy LOVE!