THERE we go! Her, that beautiful
one by the lilies in the Louvre;
outside on the streets and
within the skies a brawl for
space commences! And like all
endings in silicon and film
she died with red mournful
lips And she sent this world
into a greatness of tears!
:: 11-24-2016 ::
OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\
When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll
From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”
:: 11-23-2016 ::
… no one speaks as no one hears
ME | A LINE between love & hate
ignorance more so than spite!
… i can swim
& i can walk
& i can talk
& i am HERE
N O W hear ME:
i forgot myself within;
& you are wonderful
& you are my soulmate
& you are all Seasons!
[then reason …]
the honey spreads upon
both upper and lower
of our aching lips
our storm-riddled mouth!
AND WE LOVE & LIVE
a whirlwind of Spring
and Love in every Breath!
:: 11-21-2016 ::
Yeah.
I’ll never take, “No”
as an ANSWER –> no sir!
AND in the fall’s first
day of my baby’s sun going
down — when the sun
goes down! I’m like -some
thing/when that sun went down.
and everyone’s like, “oh,
like …baby when that sun
went/goes down! When it’s
oh like when it’s light-like
your baby will know in that
ever_loving lasting LOVE
then you know that SUN NEVER
GOES DOWN! yea — it never
goes down!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
ALL the world is S T R A N G E
and if you take a LIFE it will
be your own ~
watching burning
angels falling from high
//All your life you’ve
armed yourself
\ \ and no other can deny
all of the ghosts
and dead lovers who follow
you AND when you think you’ve won
the game played wasn’t life — the
game played was a cerebral death
AND LAY ME TO REST
(love betrays you)
this pure heart! ~ all within the palm
of several thousand days gone by!
:: 11-18-2016 ::
Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
WHEN you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking
inside of you?
It’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of an Anchor-stone
I can only ask because i know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below
the resting bed
until one day i arose
up into the sun
when i awaken
that’s where I’ll go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
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