Monthly Archives: May 2018

LIVING GHOST OF PAST MEMORIES

NEAR the end of everything
life became more clearer
the whisper became loudly:

i should be laughing
i should be crying
i should be hanging —
up there

so do not come to my grave
because i am still walking
{i am not there]
do not bring me flowers
because i left my heart
beneath a growing garden
(it’s all within my will)

You know that love desires
valleys so deep like an ocean
and the highest of hills
within its swollen rolls
like a mystery mixed in a potion

And   everything is made of love;
like a thousand winds that blow
like a smile it kills the heart’s pain
Unlike the day the world came apart
and    the sun burned out
and    the moon fell down
and    the fire became so cold

So i am dead but still walking;
the living ghost of past memories.

:: 05-31-2018 ::


SHADOW TOWARDS THE LIGHT

i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness

and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night

i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there’d be no mercy for what
was brewing

One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty

And i’ll tell you
over lunch tonight

I’ll show you love
I’ll show you ruin
I’ll show you heartache
in all that’s brewing
within me this night //

:: 05-30-2018 ::


MAY I REST MY HEART

may i rest my heart upon your petal?

yes my dear yes you could

and would you kiss my soul
to make it better?

that i can my love yes i would

now i see how i see i said
your heart is the sun
within my skies

and you, my love are my love
as sunrise’s light a brilliant trumpet!
as midday silver striking steel
and sunset’s flushed orange kiss!

so may i rest my head
upon your petal?

yes my love yes you can!

:: 05-27-2018 ::


SOCIAL WARHEAD

 

“Today’s so good” my eyes said
not a cloud inside my head
And so you’ll know
picking up all the pieces
isn’t fun
but it’s what we sow
inside our bed
And i’m so clear yes my dear
just a monkey inside a cage
flinging angry feces
toward a world that has fled
And so it goes
And so it goes
And so it’s dead
Kissing the porcelain doll
on it’s shattered head
Am i the only one?
Am i the only one?
Am i the only one
biting on the metal
of a social warhead?
The gene of God
is what’s been bred
the gene of God
is what’s been bled
and the horror’s all
inside our head
so we’re dead.

:: 05-27-2018 ::


DRINK THE GOD JUICE

DOUR skies slipping by
and i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice
and mama said there’d be
these days somewhere
along my path o’life
but i’m gonna drop that
devil and his wicked
truth sandwich’d between
his lying teeth

Oh yeah mama
speaking truth ~

and where’s the sane world
oh yeah oh hell oh my o’my
and the world’s sprayed
crisscrossed across the sky
aerosol demon cinema snuff
telemetry overload death
and i’m gonna go sleep
under that tree

and no need for sympathy
or tears for all this horror
cause i’m drinking a bit
of that God Juice to make
it all right all right
Alright;

its a tough bitch to see
all the horror in the
light of day!

:: 05-26-2018 ::


A Daymare

“RESTRICT life!” you hear all around you; the voice
of uncommon horror speaking through you.

Through me the macabre plainly painted.

And if we keep on screaming the world’s going to hear.
and if we keep on praying God is going to hear.

\\Except for the deaf and dumb souls
who keep on rolling all inside our heads//

“DAMN YOU!” A scream to no one but everyone
and the sky with it’s tallest walls
are laughing and the moon smirks.

The sun, bleeding and dripping light across
the darkest corners of this daymare fright.

A light so bright its burning everything ~
including me.

And we’re all going down, down, down.

:: 05-22-2018 ::


Alibi Store

“That’s alright…” he cry he cry he cries.
“we’re all alive on the inside and you’re
my friend my friend my friends
and i’m gonna kill you.”

Like we’re all holed up in a delirium
hotel and when he’s done you’ll know some
things you didn’t know before //oh let it
rain let it rain let it rain to kill the pain\\

“A crack in the window a world in a hole and
i want you to see the magician, a fire eater,
the fat lady, serpentina, sea monkey, see honey,
see my flipper feet and we’re all here just to
make a dollar and then you’ll have to go now.”

And all the time the ticking timer inside your
head tocs and knocks for a last call on the
dollar deal –> always showtime on the inside
of your heart but the soul’s dead!

And so we wait in line and do the time oh what
a pity oh what a crime!

:: 05-21-2018 ::


PATOIS

THE power of my lost mind binds my tongue

between paper and pen obliquely bleeding

i leave it there.

esophageal –> the blue (my) heart

beneath sun setting pinks drowning squamously

and the gulls within their famous white regalia

0–oh!~ the magical patois across the

battered waves o’er the seas!

:: 05-17-2018 ::


RUN AWAY RUN AWAY

a broken knee jerk
& mister dark reaching
up to kiss your blue lips
& misses aborted-by-
shattered-hope is how
she jumped the moon //
a crazy trip
too true SCREAMING:
run away run away
–> elope!
the country folk refuse
to see them and
baby tulip smoking elf’s
caught daisy by her
daffodil shorts snorting
a hand full o’loving
it hard; the Pope served
and Mary’s lamb with a
glass of wine and Jesus
Bread \\ And the world’s
on the shelf like a bad
product from Hell so go away
go away just run run run
away!

:: 05-11-2018 ::


F E A R   D I S E A S E

Impossibility has the sharpest teeth
as though a beast unseen within a
forest;  we turn away and give
chase to our thickening disease called
fear and the largest of life’s milestones
are as dust spread across a desert.
And at night while the moon is hiding
her light, thoughts-into-words come
out of the darkest corners while the
clock’s second-hand grinds and goes
grinding;  ten fingers cannot hide an
expression of helplessness and disgust
and two palms protect a jawbone made of
glass.
A branch dancing against the wind;
as a long bony fingernail it scraps
the outside bedroom wall,
a mote of dust now weighs a ton
and comes to rest upon your chest,
night-noises have died and then
they come.
The falling darkness as a gush of wind
encases fragments of time as an amber-tomb.
        into the forest;
and out of your body into that black odor
called fear.
:: 05-03-2018 ::