Monthly Archives: June 2015
WHO hates me? scholars? sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father? I write the words
of my heart and expect no return!
I write the pain and pleasure and never stop!
I was a child and then I grew up! And now an
ADULT OF DEAD CHILDREN — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say! A MEAT puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015
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WHO hates me? scholars?
Sisters? Brothers?
Mother? Father?
I write the words of my heart and expect
no return!
I write the pain and pleasure
and never stop! I was a child
and then I grew up! And now an
adult of dead children — not
me but you!!! And who are you?
With your foundation of preconceived
poetry and I’m so sad to say
a meat puppet of academic
halls and you can tear down the
diploma of your years learning –>
try to make something NEW ON YOUR OWN:
and then I’ll notice Y O U
—->>i PRAISE change AND FEAR
no-thing within institutions
and I’m living FREE –? ARE YOU!?
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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I see your smile in the tears
I see your lips in my mind
I touch my soul in my mind
so you say you’ll always be
until the end of time
AND I caught the devil
and brought IT to it’s
knees and saw you and wept
when you left with him
and so strange how we
feel when we’re broken
so strange how we thing
when the morning comes
all will be so better
Only if your angel
loves you ; only if
you are worthy and I
praise GOD!
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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TO see you >like eating paper-cut bleeding memories< secret
luminous whose soul and smile
imperviously kisses all my timeless soul!
a silver Snail!( here, inventing
stares like U! ) Prince of sensitivity
a SPIRIT INK dripping of so fascinating con-
VERSATION by vagina I offer to bow so low
like scholars, in dusty halls of academic anemic fell
so weak after tasting the fruit of your garden of
Eden! Oh words be sick as I am sick –>a royal worried
for my soul: which at best is bestly a talent for
only poetry.
And I wish I had more chances more opportunity to chase the
heat of the sun; spliced, I’m half of what I was born
FREAK! And the world’s blood POURS in vast amounts of tears
across the valley of missed opportunity like high school
GEEK! FREAK! HEAD! no one__.
:: 06-11-2015 ::
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WHERE ALL m i n d s
meet when resting
is where I wish to be!
Perchance b e neath
a blooming peach tree?
upon the cusp of the lips
of a smiling clown or
Y E T
\–/ within the bosom of my
u n k n o w n
lover )0)0) is WHERE I WISH
t o be!
I love my ;;–> better
than you!
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev 1.1
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I AM flesh
-lessly human and
full of busy days emotion
I am s tran gley less
tha n most
The soul of Antiquity that
forswears bedecked beauty!
–I AM everything I’ve met
and curse not
the things that
vex me — I love myself
so much better than you
What can I do?
:: 06-09-2015 :: rev1.1
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AND I wandered down
the fair-lane of silent notes
and purple dust of twilight nights
and your love always reminds me
of my soul and all the notes of reminding me
<we are a part of wonder;/> love is now
the the memories of years
so gone by; down the lanes
and I see love is not the stardust
of forgetting hearts and love is now
the stardust of the music of our hearts
Gentle gentle night I forgave all the dreams
like fireflies like the gentleness of my soul
and the shadows of my chills
and the stains upon my satin hills
upon the pillow I sleep
I know you never listened
you did not know how
Love my dreamy swirling heart
I see you changing hue and of amber gray
upon the day and upon the fields
I stroke as an artist upon a white canvas
to understand what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for all your pain
and no one listened but me
So will you listen now? They
could not love you and still your love was true
upon this stormy night you took my hand
I say I was always here for you
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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BENEATH the tears under the eyelids
of a broken heart across the fields
above the vast skies you see your soul
floating in dreams
Gently weeping spirit-soul speaking
to all you take a cloud inside
your mouth and all cellophane anger
melts so you find yourself in a
paradise of laughing Zebras holding
zero-umbrellas on a tram-trail to Heaven
And all the worries you ride upon the
car-marshmallow ride
A nirvana trip of hearts: if you
picture yourself in peace
:: 06-10-2015 ::
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disposed, enters give when that found was lost
leading faces to grin and in the air,
be
comes
my boiling disgrace and the guy upstairs
calls me : I scream
again
Until lies are known by their bare face
a certain bird a cer-
tain word:
THE POET KING FLOATS
INSIDE ALL the warm winds
and My heart so damp
all my friends so tired
and your Heart came to me
with a song like a dream
a carroty youth blonde
so won’t you come
and the sun like a
black cannonade tearing me
and disposed am I — enters give
:: 06-06-2015 ::
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NEVER MET a finger-Word!
the some=thought One
could place a touch upon!
On time’s nobly proportioned
and monstering horror swallows!
and once said, “each time my
heart broken makes life
adventurous!
:: 06-06-2015 ::
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