i am i am i am
tic toc tic toc tic …
probabilities are
pointless in a ‘many
worlds-interpretation‘
we are we are we are
thump thump thump thum …
the reduced choice
wwwwwhere lovvvvvveee
IS ALL.
:: 08-07-2016 ::
Monthly Archives: November 2016
Transitions of Being
THE CONSEQUENCES OF BLISS
What morning sky!
[and the air will not
let you go]
what blue fair air!
[and the ground shall
receive you]
what gracious gift of life!
[crush! …remember to
always look up when singing]
:: 08-07-2016 ::
VARESE’S DESERTS
I watched a tender
blue sky seep into
sleep and
experienced dark claws
of rough black earth
awaken me
And the moon itself
sucking bones and
dirt from Earth
into a funnel
toward Heaven
This I saw while
being born
This I know as
each small day
i die slowly //
:: 08-07-2016 ::
FUNERAL DIRT WITHIN MY MOUTH
so i just died today –>like yesterdays and
i’m a friend of my own mind so ugly
And today i sang angelic songs cause
i’m so past flesh yeah, past
yeah, past yeah past
And if i’m lonely i speak to myself
and once heard how
faulty my pluming is from the bottom
to the top of my sun-bleached skull
yeah yeah yeah
yeah oh yeah
yeah!
I carry your corpse within my heart
You killed me when you died ~~
and i ate the funeral dirt in this holy mouth
and now so happy cause this month i’m
in my head found years
of everydays like i cared 4 u
i’m so past flesh
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
yeah, past!
and if i’m lonely
i just speak to myself!
just so broken.
:: 08-05-2016 ::
i AM TORN
i am tore between
words
i am tore between
thoughts
i am tore between
fear and life!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
HOW DELICATE IS LOVE
my drowning
t h r o at
rushing pure
feelings …
water! Life!
Are we not
born between
chaotic waves
where we live
as King & Queen
in Sand Castles!?!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
BETWEEN THE SPINES OF BOOKS
Deep from Above there …
i heard the bird; as she
tip’toe’d above the hungry
empty crying souls ~~~~ oh!
This LOVE! such a beautiful
thing! To FEED LIFE! To feel
such a beautiful burden!
:: 08-01-2016 ::
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NEUROSURGICAL EVENT
manipulate my brain damage my connection
i’m your lonely patient like burning liars in
a blanket of ash
so perturbed by my mind you remove
parts of my heart-brain and the voices stop
and i’m so comforted by my loss, of mind;
and i’m so relieved
by the loss of my life;
it creates a circular lesion within my brain
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