WE will never have
a scientist as a President
nor a philospher as President
or an artist as a President
: the role is exclusively
reserved for SOCIOPATHS
And don’t even think of poets!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
Monthly Archives: July 2015
PRESIDENTS of these Were United States
OUTSIDE THE BOX IS A PARADISE
IF the gods of time and space relent and if there’s any kind
of justice under this sun and if all the great questions
have no answers then what becomes of humanity?
And if the love of lovers are mirages brought by heat
of passion from the heart of an animal soul — then
let the oceans meet the land
let the magma burst forth
and clear the land
oh, let us try once again in another time oh oh
We live according to race and political shade and our
life is traded by tradition and false religions but we
should keep on trying and i am who i am
you are you and we are One
So let’s keep on trying!
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INSINUATED MALICIOUS LIFE
IF i am separated from your love
then from your hands and heart and
brains: and the soul i saw flutteR
across a golden field outside my
window on I-10 just today
now, oh seriously!
–that since when you disappeared
“i/we” tripping, stumbling as a fool
i wonder: life, that i do drink
from soul’s fountain-dreams
and those line of old books of poetry
across the room taste like wishing-
liquid tears i sometimes THEN drown
within//and mother/father/GoD
is this ink well fathomlessly?
and i know: fear trembles just
a bit beyond a little distant
an instant compared to time!
:: 07-12-2015 ::
THE SPIRALING EXISTENTIAL THOUGHT
All right, okay, tonight we’re talking about
drugs: “Marijuana!”
No. Not Marijuana
“Hash!” No. Not hash!
“Speed!” No, not speed.
It’s let’s give a fuck!
And when i’m at work i want to work
so hard but walk so far between
alone and hearts
sweet so sweet i see the last breath
is colleagues and i can smell formaldehyde
on their breath it makes me wish i could
crawl inside their casket and find solace
the dead always smile when their flesh
fades away and i like lollipops cause
living souls can lick and the dead don’t
have tongues
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SAVED BY AN SOS OF DESPAIR
yesterday i had a feeling so real
oh so me-oH! I FELT you should
rescue me cause i’m just a lost
soul in the ocean of life
AND years have pasted and so i lost
any feeling of survival : together,
love mends lives or breaks hearts
and i saw the shark of your heart
swimming my waters…yeah
so i sent a message in a bottle
pleading death ??????
And this morning was beautiful
like pinks and reds and a breeze
and AN OCEAN LINER with a line
saying, “we saw a heart sinking
toward the depths of despair!”
and i keep the meaning of you
inside the skeleton closet of
survivors who should never despair
and i loved you — once!
:: 0711-2015 ::
IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM
IF I SLEEP AND AWAKEN WITHIN A DREAM
i believe uh huh, believe
in what we are missing
witness the ghosts leaving
a spread of oh what we are
space: and i believe i dream
and dream of father’s in deserts
and mother’s in oceans
i dream so far i hooked Leviathan
in shadows of all my shame
i dream i had a secret promise
only (what torture says) is me:
i dream so logical within all
my dreams and i dream away
dream i’m awake when i sleep
and who knows : if i measure
life by sleep then i’ve been
the long death –> sleep!
and if i sleep and awaken in
a dream i should dream love
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WHEN DAUGHTERS GROW UP
i was there when you took your first breath
just a bundle of love and the mountains moved
and i forgot how hot the sun burned
i saw you take your first step and even
your dance anytime music played — we
held hands like soul-mates and now you are
the sun and i’m the jealous sky; my sweet
dearest daughter i’m missing you so
So she took her love and went forward into
the skies and felt an arm in her heart
one who says, “if you forget the sun within
it’s jealous skies, i’m here always for you”
And she felt as her hair came down: i am your
love and daddy — let’s forget the sun in it’s
jealous skies
i forget the sun within it’s jealous sky
:: 07-11-2015 ::
IF I COULD NEVER HEAR OR CRY
oh, so lonely are the stop lights
like life we try to hide that keeps
us running hard
well, yes it’s a memory that keeps
hanging upon the apron strings of
souls who serve love upon a plate
of porcelain-hearts
Still, tears that shaped my heart
and somewhere broken dreams ;
willows weeping i catch their
tears in a cup of all my own heart
and i hear her voice in the night
and she hears my verse – i spend
eternally where we left off: i’m
tears she caught from me and what
she used to be and we’re forever
young: the kiss of a wish i wish
i could forget and the night has
it’s own voice /\/\/\
i wish i could never hear
:: 07-11-2015 ::
WHEN ANGELS GATHER
AT dusk just when
the light is full
i feel a game:
there is a man,
i worry: somehwere
out there and windmills
so silent my Clock
dimly cries when i’m
not ‘there’ and ever night
i stand fully stripped
of all my own mind — i’ll
never sleep and The Wind sings
go to sleep lovely and since
is never i should completely weep
but i know ‘out there’
there’s a flower (MY OWN
HEART) at midsummer’s keen
beyond and at dust just
when the light is full i
feel a game, there is a man
i worry ||
:: 07-11-2015 ::
A ‘WORD’ WEARING A SUIT
SAW a W O R D wearing a suit theyRE sO alive
(when we dream damn hard) swore on a bible i’m through
then threw-up on a giraffe in the highest stiletto heels
gave a priest the keys to the kiddie center after i’d
rigged it with nitroglycerin so i thought so i want so i need
to say mona lisa is crying
tears of blood at Louvre
and tonight i’ll smother in
the flesh of strippers and
tip the bathroom attendant
with a PhD in Philosophy
he always says, “Man is born
free and is everywhere in chains”
:: 07-11-2015 ::
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