WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.
Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.
Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.
From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.
When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.
:: 10.11.2020 ::
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SHE is young.
The one who roams amongst pink roses, oh crush
oh must of doves; the fortress of a high ceiling sun, and then
she speaks through a flute of wild wind and separates the clouds
from the rain.
My skin, my heart, my eyes are filled with cherry blossoms
and only then and only then I realize I am spurting from my heart.
i smell the smell of fallen water as drops upon thirsty dirt;
i hear i feel the thunderous hoofbeats of raging horsemen,
dreams filled with velocities and misfortunes.
i see i see the bloody roses and thorn knives cut flesh
who rides a beast of Love with an apple and goblet of wine
because i am a poet of words and words and emotions
that can never die. Broken wings that are twisted charis
waiting for a winter, and the dead dove, with love.
:: 10.10.2020 ::
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IN the depths of thoughts we go as we are in night
of long lists, in the night like a pisces; your slient
silence-sign screams — come // lodge me in your back
\ in your mirror, suddenly, memories, solitary,
nocturnal pane: bleeding from the knife in the dark
Flower of sweet summer wind
total light bring my calling
upward to your mouth of kisses,
bleeding from separation
(silent private) words.
Now, then I breathe your breath
as though we made sex catching our
heartbeats. It is what the dark night preserves.
Welcome me, broken hammock in a threadlike evening
when at dusk the sun surprises a sky star eye
within my skull — twinkles filled with win.
No surprise. Substance glues my eyes.
Madrigal thoughts inside music — an invitation
what the last breath of Love preserves//inside
a cedar box\ deep substance down to me,
smothering my eyes, your hyperExistence cuts
across me, wondering if my human heart is destroyed.
Little baby feet patter across the garden of
your Highness \ and an exiled mouth bites the flesh
and the grape, i lick the blood from the cuts of
baby breath: my hair made of madness and from sun’s
depth — the tick-tock clock face, of systematic
sings the fallen angels:
“Madrigal as baby Feet.”
within a cedar box.
:: 10.20.2020 ::
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