I kissed did_Bursting things
where the sleepyHeart (in myself)
burned away the fever
of faithless-EyEs
of Individual\BeautyForms
Ephemeral_things-Bursting did,
a paranormalCog-noThing piece
a steam Punk Victor-IAN
fashion Brass-Leather beating!
Beating souls in my flowerPot
of Things and only pepper-Like
dust remains…
:: ~~~ ::
love come `q u i c k ly !
before a faltered sun
should be still.
Within me mystic darkness,
a church bell rang,
quickly! Like symbols
clanging trembles; cymbal
is my heart —
and symphony is in the air
as it is everyday; every hear!
And I – ah! Stumbles is
where my path leads; tripping
dipping swaying flaying across
“the labor of an age in piled
stones!” Milton knows!
:: 08-01-2015 ::
SHADOW MAKER
i ~~~ ME
got a
brave emotion
don’t you see
streaming crimson
it’s a vain body
i left in sunset
S H A D OW of its
decline // a spiral of
a tenth of a flame until
sunset a sunset of
S H A D O W M A N
WITH his other kind
in declined so i shrink
for others who kiss the
sun::: it’s so, so kind
the last of a dreamer
shallow man; shallow!
–man; sticks to shadows
and it’s a small mouth
(SHALLOW/SHALL WE)
meet the dreamer of love
just a chance to meet
:: the soul who may have
been the dreamer —maker
of dreams. shall we go?
so we go –>we go!
“” WISH I WERE SPECIAL “”
and if i am not
one of those
breezy hearts
what would make
your heart listen
so i want to\ be loved
by you loved by you
and i am so simply
a luckiest guy
ugliest guy —
so what’s upon my mind’
i think, listen —
i want to be loved by you
just you and i want to
be loved by you
the luckiest guy ~~
just a kiss from you
just a kiss – poc’
po-oop just you,
no body but you ~~
love….ed. by you!
i want to be loved
by just you!
i want to be the luckiest
guy in all the world
let me:letME be.
:: 08-01-2015 ::
i sit upon a needle the mountain of hate
a point in time as space and i should
always say everything’s so much
like memories, a cascade of all i
ever knew but then again i never try
cause i remember everything
and hate is a birthday
and sadness all the friends
who bring gifts of pain
and where is my sweetest friend?
in this world of shadows and
fake light do you let me down?
are you with someone else
i’m here and should never wonder
cause you have it all and i’m
just an empty hole you visit
sometimes//__so real it breaks
eyes when they gaze into a face
i wear everyday /my Kingdom of
shadows like a crown of deep despair
as i sit upon this mountain of
needles\\.
:: 07-31-2015 ::
at Dusk just when
the Light is filled with
indescribable Nothings
i weep feeling how it
hurts me when dark
opens it’s ancient Mouth
it reminds me of a Love
(or two) where sorry was
a misused word while my
heart was tied up in chains!
So sorry! Tilled the fields
for one never produced a thing
the other an explosive MORE
opportunity like chances
sweet baby kisses like cotton
candy sticky lips leaves my
heart wishing so much more
like how a string of blue jays
sang when i left my house to
go to work today–SING!
yeah!yeah!yeah!
and dusk just when like the light
is filled with indescribable
nothings //
:: 07-31-2015 ::
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
so dark and dead
hate me for me
hate me rate me
rape me again
like me lick me
tell me again
i’m your friend
save me save me
save me once again
like i’m your friend
oh here we go again
i’m not like anyone
you loved before
yea, i’m the only one
yea i’m the only one
with wormS eyes
writhe amor(‘Through through
our hearts hugely squirm
roots)us
ly;through
so love me but hate me
kiss my head again
like a sex pope with
vaginally respected hope
so dark and dead ~
and the stars melt across
all words ever written
the sun a yoke in the center
of humanity’s joke!
:: 07-31-2015 ::
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