los angeles – Page 12 – skin loves fever

playground love

love right nowyesterday is gone
and tomorrow doesn’t exist
right now is all we actually have

Tell me what i’m supposed to do,
With all these left over feelings of love;
‘Cause i like to fall into
the i don’t know
when i do
i can feel you
And tell me love how i’m supposed to feel,
When all this magic becomes too real;
cause i tend to go
to the i don’t know
when i do
i know exactly what i feel for you
And I know that you see the places inside me that I find in you,
And with you i know how to separate the old hurt from the heart;
i don’t care if we move too fast
cause i want to jump inwhile the feeling is alive
tomorrow can’t be promised
and yesterday is already gone
so right now is all that matters
and right now
all i want
is to be with you

my new buddy down the street

repulsive epic episodes
murky borderland adorns
with rust collecting dust
flailing catacombs
we are dying undead
and dead over and over again and again

longingly crying in craving
rigidly darkly, gaily and grey
mint squirms, doleful last
we are the gone not going anywhere
mirrors go nowhere
mirrors the nowhere fast
in the middle of the
these
is an apology
for the me
myself can’t
even look
in the eye
it feels like my time is growing old and almost out

Don’t extract , tongue
throat, control,
Must restructure now.
must refrain
compose
decompose
composite
composition
decomposition
reposition
com
de
re
un
dis
ex
pre
in
mis
non
anti
sub

-ist
ies
-ism
ish

The soft black out swimming;
It is the dying spirit alive within me
Desiring the no’s I hide naked
and fold into the shake
falling into finding you

write fade
flutter
flicker
flash of shudder
stut..ter
stammer
state
shout
spit
spat
splat
with electric shock
to zap out the line of flat
with your electric feel
ringing the new of you to me
comes in an electric buzz
in fizzy dizzy
rings around our heat of electric fuzz

tongues love tasting the ooze
pouring what comes of me and you
a hazy crazy night of hearts in spin
dripping drooling all over and under
electric bodies and naked skin
between you and me

that this
that this is
between us two
is something
and is nothing
at the same
and very different time
and it is or isn’t
only
in that moment
that is is or is not
whatever it is or isn’t
is exactly that right now

and that (whatever it is or isn’t) is beautiful
i live
i love
the moments that make up my life

things we choose to hide

Static
Words
We let
Get
In
Between
The love
And our own self
When the truth
Hides
Behind
Beliefs in ways
That lead us even further
From where
We want to be
The loneliness of this
is killing me
I can’t say
to you
how I feel
Without it becoming
Something you can steal
Away
too real
For you
For me
For most
We are static
We are the thing
That keeps us
From us
From the love
We need more

-kyoko cole 2013

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound – Artwork by Kyoko Cole

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New painting i just finished…

The Truth Doesn’t Speak A Sound

Mixed Media Painting on Panel Board
2013

Kyoko Cole

take your dirty hands off my mirror

sun shines

summer comes

again

it’s been 3 years

and i don’t feel a thing

like i should

like i could

take that thought

out of mind

and then we will all be fine

some day

they say

after this

we will be fine

again

when we return

the sun sets

and day is done

like the body

of everyone

like the sun

will someday die

but you and i

and the moon

are never alone

are forever alive

going home

we will know

when we get home

-Kyoko Cole 2013

Sepia-Tone Dusk in an Angels Garden On a Day Like Today

The soft moss swimming;
It is the dying spirit.
Desiring, I hide.

Pink shore, serene breeze.
The flat, upright sparkle shines.
Lost moon, velvet spirit.

Walk, swim. With blunt leaves
Wither, decline. With sharp flames
Write, fade: fluttering.
Purple, tender, falling,
Your eyes sits. A mermaid arises,
Declining, shining, I fall

deep within and go far away…

-kyoko cole 2013