the HAIR upon my head tells me
i am human – my fingers
scream generations while i feel
my hair. I am ALPHA AND OMEGA.
NOTHING ELSE.
gOD LIVES within my skin. &
humanity. We EAT dirt
and dust and wishes. The
world is our sphere of Love.
and nothing more.
Just love.
and STRENGTH
. Nothing will destroy it.
Nothing.
:: 08.03.2020 ::
PSYCHOLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL
to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?
:: 08.03.2020 ::
to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker idologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?
:: 08.03.2020 ::
to be born
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?
:: 08.03.2020 ::
thank you. i said i was tired. but someone said< 'tell us" what
it is like to be locked away for so long. i drew a picture
and made a song: trap. I had a wish that you could taste
my tears and understand. so, wait. your understanding and
feelings are not mine. I die.
bringing seasons for a few years
with snow flakes and angel's hair you sensed it
:: another accurate weather mood :: so you forget
my heart and priceless feelings. So, yeah, so yea,
weather advice. i wept many rains that froze
upon your eye lashes ; and shall forgive you ||
it's a deep debt you need to pay for Life.
:: 08.03.2020 ::
B E A U T I F U L
two STEPS into HELL one THOUGHT:
“how the hell — have i been
such a bad girl?”
i am crazy in my chemical
flesh of a young woman /
my, how i hurt so many men\
heaven forgive me for what
i am: take me away before i
do more — living each day
tired and trying so i
have so much to lose : feeling
so criminal and unforgiving
because i am beautiful and loved.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
What is GREAT CREATION?
painting or love?
writing or drawing?
the bleeding organ of
an artist knows.
it kills before he
is done. plastioning feelings
morbid thoughts i found myself
inside a tangle of trees
: and worried scholars are hairy
loved brutal: epitome and swum
across the seas. I screamed as
a virgin!
FROM history a golden step,– among
memories from ancestors, gray
gauzes, and broken bones that
turned back tyranny as bronze
liberated Souls and children
in the sun, no, i regret nothing
No, i regret nothing
so paid for, done, forgotten
i do not care for the past
pain, blood, and miscarried
hopes — i’m done with the love
and trouble of Life so i start
over with nothing!
:: 08.02.2020 ::
(a very long time ago. i praised bewtween
two great poets)
from a hill i caught the last verses
of Will Shapespeare
— a paintful story from a sistering vale,
so silky moment with no end this double voiced
accorded, and lay my head within the biggest bosom
of any woman: a sad-tuned tale; my perfection
is a twisted selection that tangles souls; above
her head barbettes and torques of misty streets
so ancient from then to now: a favour of plaits worn
on each side of the face.
beauty and love are not aligned.
it moves with seasons of eonic time.
:: 08..02.2020 ::
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