Daily Archives: October 9, 2020

Racing the hesitating sun

Racing the hesitating sun

They leave it in the dust when i am a dirty lost boy. Uprising cumulonimbus towers
Clearly indicating showers to drown all the growing flowers aAnd flood the ground
with their power winds blowing from the east
Cold and warm air mingling Like ghosts dueling with the living the air feels fuzzy
and strange Something evil is coming
Curling leaves and swelling wood ..The trees can feel it too \It’s in their roots
and in my blood Quickly pushing its way through This is not good
A storm is beginning to stew Rain announces its arrival
On pitter patter stomp stomp feet Whispering gently from the sky
Before knocking loudly at the window
Begging to come in, OH WON’T YOU LET ME IN
Flooding my doorstep with darkness Eyes open

Lightning volleys down from the sky Searing my eyes with its image
It scrapes its long fingers down my window What is light and what is dark?
My lungs are being crushed from the inside I am falling I am falling
Let the currents take me Eyes shut Silence
Beautiful unknowing No harsh flashing
The clouds are receding trees not reaching for me
No more water between my fingertips
No more wondering what I might lose
Welcoming the cool shiver and soft echoing ripples
I drift back into dreamland into darkness into night Sweet peace.
Gates of Eden

Rosemary was resting quietly in her bed when she was awakened by the most wonderful sound she could ever imagine, her mother’s laughter.
The sound cut through the night like a ray of sunlight, bathing everything in radiant warmth.
Her eyes sprung open and she turned to look at her mother as she bustled around the room.
She was giggling and bouncing her hips as she prepared breakfast for the family.
“I’m fixing sausage gravy and biscuits, Mom!
Is there anything else you need?”
Rosemary rubbed her eyes and yawned.
She wondered what could have possibly woken her so early.
She had only opened her eyes an instant before.
“Actually, there is.” Her mom replied and then popped a piece of sausage in her mouth.
“We have company.” She winked at Rosemary and continued, “They’re coming right now.”
Rosemary slowly sat up in bed.
Her heart was beating rapidly, almost out of control, but she tried to remain calm.
“Is everything okay?” She asked, her voice beginning to rise in panic.
“I hope so.
I hope so.” Her mom responded as she brought the frying pan of sausage gravy and biscuits over to the table and set it down.
“Pour me a cup of coffee, will ya?”
Rosemary quickly found the coffee can and poured her mom a cup before bringing the pot back to her.
“Here ya go, Ma.
Drink up.
I hope you have a wonderful time.”
“Oh, Rosemary, I’m so excited.
I haven’t seen her in so long!” She said as she sipped on her coffee.
Rosemary’s heart felt like it was going to break out of her chest.
She was jumping around, unable to hold her tears in.
She could not believe her mom’s reaction.
She was jumping and wiggling and squealing and hugging her mother.
“Mom, she said her name was Rosemary.” She sobbed and clung to her mom for dear life.
Her mom looked at her in confusion.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” She said softly.
Rosemary looked into her mother’s eyes, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.
“Do you remember my friend?
She used to live here?”
Her mother reached across the table and took her daughter’s hands in hers.
“Yes, Rosemary, I remember her very well.
We’ve been friends a long time.
What is this all about?
Is she OK?”
Rosemary nodded her head.
“I’m sure she is.
She was here the day your daddy and I got married, you know.
She came to the church.
She said she wanted to come and meet the young man I was going to marry.
Isn’t that strange?”
“That she would remember that far back and the fact that she came to meet him, well, that’s something else all together.” She agreed.
Rosemary let go of her mother’s hands and began walking back and forth in front of the kitchen table.
She began to wiggle her hips and bounce her shoulders.
“She was here, Mom.
Her name was Rosemary.
She and I used to play together. Remember?”

“Yes, I remember.
She has been living with her Aunt and Uncle.
They moved to Louisiana a few years back.
She had no one here, so we thought it best for her to come and stay with us.
It was so sad to see her so upset.
She has a beautiful red wagon that your daddy made for her.
You loved that wagon, didn’t you Rosemary?”
“We used to have so much fun playing on it.
We used to pretend we were in an old western movie.
We would sit on it and have tea parties.

You’d bring us cake and cookies and we’d just pretend.
Remember, Mom?”
“I can’t believe you remembered.
I’ve tried to forget.”
“Well, I know you have, but I remember.
I remember all the fun we had.” Rosemary’s face was bright red from embarrassment.

“But, she was here, Ma, I know she was.
I saw her.
She was in the garden, Mama, and she looked just like me.”
Her mother closed her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Rosemary, honey, she’s gone.
You know she is.”

“Oh, she’s dead, isn’t she?
Just like Pa, she died in the war,” Rosemary said, chocking back a sob.
“I’m so sorry, honey.” She sat down and put her arm around Rosemary and held her for several minutes.
Finally she pulled her daughter close to her and held her tightly.

“Rosemary, we need to tell you about this.

Now, I want you to put your arms around your daddy and tell him all this.”
Rosemary began to sob as she hugged her daddy.
Her mother turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
“I can’t imagine how awful that must have been for you, Daddy.
I know this must be very difficult for you to share with our Rosemary.”
“Rosemary, listen to me, you must remember what this wonderful woman looked like.
Can you remember?”
“She was old, Mama, very old.
I was sad to see her go, but I know she is at peace now.”
“It is very hard for a child to understand that, but I think she was able to die with as much peace as you could wish for.
She died the same way as your Pa, without any pain.”
“No, not like Pa. He was in pain and he died with some of that pain.”

“Daddy, she wasn’t sick.
She was just old.
She was the grandother I’ve always loved.”
“What is your Grandma Rosemary’s name?”
“My grandmother?
My mother’s mother?
Rosemary Johnson is her name.”
“Yes, that’s it, but what is her real name?”
“Her name was Lydia.
I guess I forgot.
You know Grandma Rosemary never told us, but Lydia never told us, either.”

“Are you sure she never told you?

Perhaps it’s something you wish to remember.”

“I just thought she told us because we are named after her.

She never really told us anything.

We never really knew her.

It was always just about my mother.

She talked all the time about Grandma Rosemary and how much she loved her and all.”

“You know, Lydia could be right.

You should be able to remember more about her.

You need to know what kind of woman she was.

Do you remember any stories about her?”

Rosemary’s face turned red and she buried her head in her daddy’s chest.

“No, I don’t remember any stories.”

“Well, remember she had a rose garden in her back yard.

We lived on a farm and had several gardens.

It was her flowers she loved.”

“Yes, I remember the roses.

She always had beautiful roses.”

“That’s because she loved you very much.

She was a wonderful person and I’m so sorry she died.”

“It’s hard to forget how much she loved me.”

“Lydia was a special woman and she loved you very much, Rosemary.

She would be so proud to know you remember her


So, madness is a flower of the forest. Recommend an appetite.

I built a bunker from Trump and Biden with a laser beam.

Keep away politics!

I am naturally human — a Prince of calm, treasure of fascinating cuts:

saving my wrists and bleeding my mind — recommend another food for my heart.

  i hate confused souls;  scholars, Dubonnet Sir Pint, souls bleeding a middle man

are heaped with lavender pyramids, drive me wild! She comes to me. Anytime i recommend

her appetite blows everyone’s mind. Insatiable appetite.

In all her words she never spoke how to overrule planets nor systems — a baroness
then again so gentle: she gave art and war.

She leaves systems to become born.  A great mother -- an elegant female spirit.

Drives you wild — class of agility and rules space and time….

what an appetite. we try.

  to survive.

:: 10.08.2020 ::


O’ ZONE burns my nostrils. I was conceived by the
pre-birth of the big bang /my father was no thing you
could understand \ we three created the concept
of what you called God and then we went forward bleeding
stars and planets across the path of our birth. Wishing
we were like your God, we had no point of conception
; it was before space and time. The three of us had our
talent. One for science, the other for philosophy, and me:

So we did. Created Physics and the color of vision.
turned toward dead eyes.

Created the Landlord of all universes — he a psychopath —
a rat age. They slept in what had once been a gymnasium.
Watched the Son of God die — there were worse things than crucifixion,
there were terrible cries and gashing teeth.

His Soul snaking out at his Ankle.

I was 16 when I was murdered. October 16, 1979. No antidote.

It was a pleasure to burn.

So now, realize: ghosts do not haunt places but minds.
Do you lick electricity and have nothing to fear?
i know you think we’re strange but do you have fears?
We were never born upon a planet but inside glory.

:: 10.08.2020 ::


THE night crashes like a dagger ///—\\ THE winds turn like falling rains
the night is absent of light; the day is full of maybe’s and
the night is closing but it’s not too late. It’s not too late.
Like Mars the atmosphere is leaving
but i am not fearing. So, oceans rolling like thunder and
it’s not too late. I shall not fear evil.
As city structures fall and turn to rust Our lives turn
into ashes but it’s not too late. Not too late.
Within an atmosphere so lethal and evil but i shall not fear
— i am a ghost like the day breaks. the darkness the darkness.
Others will feel my touch, they will see me and then they will die
and their very lights will fade. I am a clock.
It is in the very language we speak.
In reality we are now aware an experience to be experienced.
“My feet are your feet. I am what you were.
I am the wind.
I am light.
I am the moon.
I am what you should be.
I am everything.” i got to go like ultra ultra pain — feel the rain/
Destroying all the negatives before the black
mass of media takes hold of all meaning.
Boys be drinking genius juice
women confused. It accentuates the positive and destroys negative.
Get a hold of it. Women smelling the frog powder/devil beating
the zombie land\ if you want to be a star i will eat the original
art from the fallen ones___ just me. Black op zone all alone.
This is the true story a true story based upon a deep lie in history.

:: 10.08.2020 ::