\\ALL MYSTERIES look down upon THESE dreams —
some by ancient mouth and some By words___ i am a
traveler of time: sick by frames of space
and of old songs.

oooooooh! Baby. Crying.
Mamammama oh hell yeah.
Cry!

I am the ONE you know
of common sense____ who
generations come: upon a
stage of heroes who died.
All miseries full of grace
and i cannot relate — the
God Of Faith but love you

the world sees -\

all i see translates
all i hear are sounds
and within my eyes i see
the One who Waits for Me!

all mysteries of love
and soft bruised flesh
and girl I can relate.
oh oh oh — yea yes,
i am your lover through time.

I see how your eyes were mind
and your legs ran toward the
river — where we died!
oooooooh! Oh we died!
Oh yeah! we died. for love
and help but no one came:
we said: ALL MYSTERIES LOOK
DOWN upon these dreams.

:: 09.13.2021 ::

i have written many poems here and have long time followers. To this end I say that i contracted a strange disease and i have sought help. at first it was just the attention of losing time and how distance became infinite and sometimes shorter than my foot size. I logically understand i was not going crazy but something profound happening to my understanding. I have not allowed family to know but will for my community ( i do love my family but will never burden them). So, now. I believe my poetry will become a bit more crazy and wild. Disconnected. I hope one day the medical community will reconize this illness. It is not Alice in Wonderland syndrome. But more rare than that condition? I am writing a book of fiction where I really believe i exist. I write and write and write and even while i sleep. I keep paper near my and wake up with so much paper on the floor with writings. Who nows. So for now. This is my unique confession. And if there are those women out there (who know who you are — that is WHY I do not pay attention to you). I am trying to survive.

i gave you a thought // of how lovely are you
i tell you how much i felt apart: from secrets of you and my own heart too.

Dawn must always recur to touch fingers finding meanings
and placing puzzle pieces in locked spaces.

i tell you how lovely you are & how much
i placed you inside within my secrets — oh how
i ran in circles to tear me apart.

You tell me secrets and i ask questions oh how
erasing blindness from an eye inflamed by hearts
— who says it easy:

// by ignorant thoughts \\

i was just guessing and how equations meet
meaning as love haunts souls there is no
reason within physical science — no one says
they love depserate conclusions of the dark
so we work within circles
so we run within circles
so we part between heart and soul

no one said it’d be this hard.
so life takes us back to the start
to rewind Life.

I placed puzzles and pieces together
and wrote numbers and science to haunt me
and felt how time whispered how it is not easy
so i find myself oh myself finding myself
going back to my heart.

ooh yes. back to the start.

:: 02.01.2021 ::