TOO! i am too tired for Love___i drained
my member silently this day: of no love,
fanfare nor beauty i did this to die again/
the sun was rolling upon my house’s roof
and all the neighborhood dogs howled
in joy at the large yellow bouncing ball
of fire and death\and me –alone.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
The sun rises as hope,
the wind is singing,
the small birds twitter,
the soul is all bitter,
my mouth is closed.
every animal weeps
within its cage
their heads never raising.
as a hole feeds deep within
our hearts — but if everything
around you is not quite as it seems
are we all we wish to be?
like an army defeated and so afraid
to see.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
cough cough ***
so IF is a glyph
of something MAYBE
as 1, 2, 3, or
FOUR
: dance here ::
or maybe more >
eat these nasty
characters of A thru
Z: western hemisphere
eat me. Yea. 😉
so look here — i placed
her peach upon my bicycle
and we kissed the day___
is when this all began.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
within walls so /\ HIGH
i whisper good wishes to only you
| a raging storm and sleight of hand
— and i wait with you | without you
i sing, ‘what you give is yourself
away’ /
so give so give yourself away
:: 07,.1`6;]2020 ::
MY confession : what be it may
stately said I do adore
hedonistic lore and my passion
borders beyond the day of light
into a fray some may fright
But at the end of any day
a brilliant sun and nymph of light
rules out all it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
no need
for military solutions/police
::please oh please::
the holy church ___
if we say this first, ”
if i ever lost faith within Life
i lose faith in YOU
oh yeah, within you & me FAITH
so say this and much worse
we drink the water of Life
(oh look oh there she goes
i stared within a greatest sunshine)
no need
for poets, artists nor me —
I closed my eyes to EXIST.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
no need to eat politicians
if the world has faith in
dough
DEFINITELY a few minutes ago
: walked within your footsteps/
walking — oh, walking in your
footsteps\ hey mister, i would
not ask for more (i would not walk
within those foot steps) but could you
sing to me about how mighty brontosaurus
died even built three stories high: he
would never hurt a fly…
Execelsus
walking within those same footprints
are my own foot-steps…
:: 07.16.2020 ::
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging
lore /::the cock ROACH
above my walls winked;
COCK roach!\ so come on
over to do the twist–
all do it and have a fit
: i’m bleeding out of me
bleeding out of me ::twist;;
so come on over and love
how you are so sick so shoot
the shit…
bleeding blue bleeding
raging wars raging more
raging whores raging lore
:: 07.16.2020 ::
limp — ha-ha \yea/
so, while watching reruns inside my hurting
brain i came across your (forgotten) starry name
grown within an honest garden )( a minute is a
day ; daze; confusion… somebody is obviously that
word of the day; Santa’s
helper dying within her
burning freezer ||EVER!||
so chance is a slice
of bleeding time
(my middle name)
uh hmm /yea/ uh hmm
— so a trillion gallons
of Merlot flow down the
deeply dug grooves
of my existence___oh well.
:: 07.16.2020 ::
SO…
WORDS are dying everyday
(within my mind) LOVE i gave
too much (sometimes)
the weather is us ||
and science an empty heart ||
LOVE, we shared our lives
for a time: i command your
face is the way it was in
grand facade and without notice
i am always complete with
knowing i saw the Light & Heat
within your eyes / so WORDS:
to express so much wasted
pain & these moments keep slipping
away
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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