Monthly Archives: April 2017
at times such as here&
now confusion clears my
mind &the wet woodpecker
neverEver wipes it’s beak —
so why would i? In all the most
sincerity an appropriate
response to all ofWhatever
reGardingAlity is i say, “oops,.
it’s time to go completely
&utterly insane right here _x_
&Now.
:: 04-29-2017 ::
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If thought a thing
not seen or smelled
// an utterly impossibility to tell//
And sight and sound are seen and heard
But kindness and mercy
so felt and loved;
sure as shirred — the heart
an egg without her shell!
:: 04-29-2017 ::
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“Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!” — E.P. Robles
—
[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]
Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.
There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that “i” was one between
the ‘there’ and ‘here’ they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
“Oh no oh no!” they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
–endings are myth!
:: 04-20-2017 ::
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O blueDark why lasting Ever
splish-as-echoic budded by
her beautiful i’s is wise When
upon the bleeding last drop light ~
my life Chord shivers burning icePas-
shouldn’t we kiss each other’s fireBor-
nMoods before dri pp ing Time
drops squenchPinch this moment.
:: 04-16-2017 ::
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all of our days:
a freedom to love
a reason for life
all of our dreams:
a season to be
the meaning of us
and all the world shouts
“There’s no space between us
cheers, laughter and tears!”
and then we kiss and hug
and the shadows flee away
living is life without all the fear!
:: 04-16-2017 ::
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if i am to be vacant of companionship and communion with you
then all has been my own dream.
i have dreamed of a field
spread-loved by graceful golden wheat and you, the wind
which caressed a life-war torn spirit; trembling hands.
my own as-had as dreams as worn as ancient book bindings
~ lost within the smolders of everywhere.
was youth easy when anchors were drawn upon the bow
and all waves were frolicked star crests upon our arms?
picking up the discarded shells of the battle front-life
a patch of beach-white untouched by strife; i picked up
a pitted murex and placed it next to my heart.
:: 04-08-2017 ::
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and if not for
the melancholy pebbles lining our narrow
path
and if not for
the bruised-throated mourning birds'
sorrow
how else if not through faith
how else if not through love
that all shadows can stand
that all light within be strength
and if not for
God
an impossibility
and if not for
Love
an impossibility!
:: 04-08-2017 ::
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Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons. Detective Mister
found his bloody revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police offricer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner; misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.
:: 03212016 ::
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No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability by which all creatures of Sea & Land
bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion
the brainsBROken-spoken politeness revealed by natural light a
sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
‘Dead is a miracle feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles -Father;
we children cry when we see
the End of Loved Ones we
believing YOU: funeral or
victory!
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<grinning>
oh hello hello
could it be you’re
looking for me?
and I’ve got oranged
stains of summer
bleeding upon
my knees
hello?
what moves you higher(
a chilling ride) ?
adults say what
they w(on’t)ant</frowning>
i’m more the same
like life’s (say-u)
vibrations which move
my hands And
we watch the dolls
we watch them cry (it’s
theday
ohyes it’s the day that
the free died and the
living tried to say,
” i’M TRYING!” SO toDay
i pulled the trigger
today i tried
to claim
‘all theTrialsofmy
brothers & sisters) AND
fate said, “all arms inside
of you so you don’t die”_
so one More time Around
the, “Merry-Go Down”
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