Daily Archives: November 6, 2021

THEY HATED ME FOR MY VISIONS

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.  
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::

MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::
MASH the mind.  Screw the head.  Twist life.
yeah. I had a job working in the head shed
working in dark light (US defense talk– and hated it
but loved the money.  (defense corporation)
I had the nerve to save her with psycho-
delict mind of the kind you cannot find
in a second-hand store.  I loved her.
In a war torn land.  She was fine.
And she flew off to save her life.

:: 11.05.2021 ::
true story.  she was in Afghanistan
and had a tumor in her uterus.
she bled out but went to Germany on a flight.
saved her soul.  Her dead aunt and uncle
told me to make her leave and get help.
All tied up in chains and bleeding!

This is one account in my life in war
zones (many more in Afghanistan).

:: 11.05.2021 ::


MY FATHER

I walk like a man and think as a poet
but feel like as God.
My Father always talks and I take his best words
and sew a pattern of poetry forgetting all he said:
only my own lonely voice as blue arctic ice.
The rest: burden of life.

:: 08-16-2014 ::


HUNGRY MOUTHS

I walked inside and touched an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!

Surprised and a soul screamed,

“it’s so very strange — today!”

An organ grinder fed me lies & bought by nickels and dimes
a bed, unmade, seems like messy paradise —
inside my head, its so strange! For a pure poet and everyone
a caricature of texts, feeds, and blues and hungry mouths kiss me
Towering teeth and soft flesh and A shoe that walks along
a cobblestone street inside an eye so glazed — a heart
in a shoe and a foot deranged!

And hungry mouths kissing me

within the deep future of something called Time!

:: 08-17-2014 ::


WE ARE SO FUCKED

(In Heaven a 911 operator’s experience)

“HEAVEN  is heavy with lost souls today but can I help you?”

SOUL:  Yes, seems I have no reason to live.

Okay.  Arise beyond this illusion okay?

SOUL:  “what?”

This is God’s voice (by proxy) speaking.
Just don’t do anything stupid that could um,
cause you irreparable harm.  Like death.  We’re
logged back hard on deaths at this moment.  But.
hey, what can I do for you?

SOUL:  I am sick with like , fuck.   All wise men I have read
and like a ship upon the ocean I heard the voices
say there can only be peace with the One.”

Well, that is bullshit.  You sound bifurcated.  Just stay alive.
We um  (what?  I’m on the goddammit line now) sorry.  Just
don’t do anything that can kill you now.  We’ll
get back to you.  Do you have Amazon or Google
or shit, yeah okay (FACEBOOK), SpaceX shares?  We can get
you out of this shit if you have the money.

“God?  What?  What?”

Yeah, we upgraded.

The spiritual world can’t even keep up with the
life forms we created.  The entire universe is really
REALLY going crazy.  Now.

Can I help you with anything else?

No.  (click).

:: 11.05.2021 ::


BEAUTIFUL AND UGLY

the beautiful and the ugly have a kinship
one rejected the other despised

one for revolt the other jealousy
mother come soon

the sun’s surface should burn skin
down to the soul

and I have waited for the melted spirit
her glory soul burning

so I can receive her soul without flesh
just the nectar of life

beauty and acceptance: ugly and perfect essence
mother loves both daughters

And love is skinless and passion kisses life
a human life should know

Just like an angel does____.


A SINGLE BREATH

the most beautiful art
is the lung expressing
air to the vocal chords
then magic happens


FLOWER-MOUTH’D DAY

THIS DAY opened its flower-mouth smell the daisy and the roses
saw the blue skies touched her lips
and found God behind a rock my feet deep inside the sand

So i turned yea i turned from the boy i knew
into the man i now am no more begging the dog
next door to stop barking or cussing taking out the trash

ah i got the scars from this world i have a sternum broken in parts
how strange i now enjoy watching the air standing in small spaces
for you for me smelling the flower-mouth of this open-mouthed day

Life tell me more oh tell me more Whether Spring, Summer or Fall
and like Winter — you make it all smell as flower-Spring

My satellite
My love
My self

:: 11.05.2021 ::


MONSTER FEAR

I am miserably prolific /mean butterfly eating my insides\
my writings less agreeable than my dreams:  no fun ||| ate
mud [check]  ate my own heart [check] stood up when i
should have stood down [check]
  wept and cried [x]
danced and went hysterically comical but carried the dead
child which was once me inside as the crowd laughed.
\
  And for ENCORE?  Doing it all over would be pure
poetic MADNESS!  /

i gave all my laughs and tears and guts whether sane
or madness creeps inside but bless who you are and for
the song you sing but no more___for all those hearts of everyone
a star burns out and others explode;  bless your hearts.

AND the claws of monstrous reality pulls me back into my head.

:: 11.05.2021 ::