Monthly Archives: July 2020
I LIT MY CANDLES WHEN I FOUND GOD
WHO IS so happy today are they all within my
Head? Iris and friends feathers within the band
of my funky hat yeah not so scared caused i
lit the candles to remove evil thoughts while eating
my girlfriend’s older sister! cause i remember sad thoughts
& yeah some to blame upon me but so excited to see your Art
(i’m so honry) yeah : colors exploding as goo across the paint
of my canvas oh yeah — punch
, kiss, love, like and hate everything i am
— i wish to kill you : miss you then again
miss the bullet you wanted
for me…oh yeah who is so happy
today? all within their lonely
head — so ugly so are you ;
miserable people so scared
i lit my candles when i found
God.
:L: 07j.11/02020 ::
DROWN ALL FEARS THAT SHALL DISAPPEAR
IF my eyelids & smile abate,
If i ever get a pinch of taste
of forgiven love
Will I see eyes of green or
blue? oh i chose the North,
or the land of Vines?
— instead cold & damp and feelings;
the tired winds my friend ; longing
are hopes for a wrong thing —
her hair array: so now to become
the traveler of yore
within a blessed quote of, “come oh
will you not come — won’t you come
to me?”
those green leafs shall never
open it’s presence toward those
doors to me again.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
i will take on any noticed poet today
and give him 1000.00 USD if the masses
say he is better than me. Offer expires
07/21/2020
All apply
WHATEVER MAY BE WITHIN YOUR DREAMS JUST DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
LIGHT (frightening) fog upon the hood
and woods so many stars shining
so brightly above and fluttering heart
of mine (this weather shall keep us together)
oh, say all every night
& kiss me
& if you miss
me hold just tight
i am almost blue
STAR fading but i linger on Dear
and shall linger unto dawn dear
(dreams till sweet rose petals
grow all within your footprints
to ward (oh ba bah bud)
me___ so now still craving your
kiss my Sweet Dreams Dreaming
— behind you.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
DELRIN TRAPPERLOCK STAINLESS KNIFE
humid times along the line of the ancient Mississippi a River of mystic currents
THROUGH TIME he asked me to cut a stem of sugar cane under the sun and gave me a
Trapper lock knife (1918) — and cried.
it was fine a fine day for this young boy. aLWAYS meeting dead souls.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
QUOD numquam accedit ad lumen aeternum (THAT NEVER GOES UNTO THE ETERNAL LIFE)
THAT HAS never approached the eternal
light of my Heart
as: Nunc rcm unguentorum,
relish the night as
when tears are not enough
the end is closer
toward a new beginning
than the fears recessed toward
that One who Always Lost
but ——> but not us.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
BORN WITHIN THE CRACK
BORN within the C R-A-C-K
of road and gutter fighting Tears like
no other feed me; feed us; save the
fetus [if not for the madness
within the air (BRAIN!)
maiming us_____/\/\
/\___]it’s okay to SCREAM\
the horror of this DAY!
oh rain oh rain oh REIN!
the virus of covered9’s
upSIDE down (listen now)
are three by three – OH!
–>digging within the brain
–no rain!
:: 07.10.2020 ::/
/
/
her mouth is like the
fine bust of all sounds
\life given /now re-
ceived/wander through space
my profound love with a
hidden face.
(could not help it)
THE GREAT SMALLEST
i grEW into a GREAT
smallness’t
that walked the dangerous
forest of my carpet
i lost the lie of physicality
while dreaming this dream
of life —
no one truly sleeps
we are always HERE.
:: 07.10.2020 ::
smallnest is now a word
SPECTACULAR ENTERTAINMENT
SITTING so little is so… This little
would-be bride in a Kind of cellophane
yellow-red candy dress
like misery reaching
its hand tearing fine
garments of feelings I am becoming
millions of broken shards of
eyes that find me so disgusting
blue windows – pink rooftops
dirt, sunrises,sewage ditches
and the petals of picked dying flowers
upon my refrigerator ~~ (i use to have purpose)
My eyes still blind from prehistoric light
while the screams and moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham! With no voice!
:: 06-11-2015 ::
rev: 07102020
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