WITHOUT WORDS i flew high and kissed a priest in his heart
grabbed a nun in her place of holy love i won’t complain
today is fine for a bird | see you see love is all myself
TODAY i blackmailed death yeah to love all i am
and how trim is a memory muted-space all inside jelly
jar of smiles so use this time to write off line that don’t
make sense because i love myself more special than i love you
is how time eats space (yeah)
i know it’s wrong but today was
the finest day was when i had no food or money to live
so mother died and father too and famous ones i never knew
black is white and hate a rainbow of forever pain and i won’t complain
cause i have words so shy so dry like wines had soul. Unaborted baby
said to another unaborted fetus so nice to meet you and in Rome,
in the Sistine, ancient nose are drying in a scarlet reliquary
of modern symbolism.
Pupils of eyes in pews by a wooden cross with Christ
i ate the dirt but never worship the crazy thoughts
of thinking meat called humanity.
:: 01.19.2022 ::
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pieces falling once into place
now scattered as flotsam
broken over rocks of shorelines
and at last, love sleeps, eddies
of swirling thoughts.
tears of storms, clouds weeping,
Earth’s wet smell as herb: the
passion of our dreams.
:: 01.18.2022 ::
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The mystery of Love
is that i never met you
but have held you within
my dreams tightly as each night
hungry i prowl the streets
within my dreams till dawn
disrupts me, i devour moments
of these fragmented scenes.
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
and tomorrow is today’s dream ;
as a wolf i prowl the sovereign
heart i call my Love as a puma in the barrens
is how i adore the love of you and love’s mystery.
:: 01.18.2022 ::
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i am t h e
l i tt le voice SCREAMING in deepest despair.
a little sparrow spoke to me from light years away. Singing Earth’s
songs. She perched upon an Oak Tree within my yard light years away.
I felt the wind upon my cheeks. The world now I am in is light years
away from h ome. I felt every corner of Earth. And our people.
When one is so far away from home you realize how much we are One.
The explorer i am.
I hear the planets known and unknown ; they have a song they sing
my control board records and it is more than what any human can comprehend.
A dot among dots in a universe of dots. Connected.
- some high math brains have called it matrix math.
The beauty of colors humans have yet to see.
The calmness of balance humans can never know in flesh.
We are the turtles crawling toward the ocean. To survive!
Once hatched we know the Ocean is our Home.
struggles and tears and fear and trying until death.
As salmon. Spawning.
So dangerous but so beautiful is LIFE AND LOVE.
:: 02.04.2021 ::
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oh yeah — here we go now:
could’a –> BUDDAH!
Who prays to the past
if you wanted it that way?
i think if any love is good
oh oh oh — she had big eyes
to meet that kind’a man you’ll
never forget so you ain’t seen
nothing yet ||
who takes your heart away
i Say i had it coming to me
::::: any love is good loving :::::
so took the fruit and said /// oh
oh oh baby be’be’be baby
TOOK me to the DOCTOR and he said
“any love is good.”
i say you ain’t seen nothing yet
no no no
////God says any good Love is Good Love\\]
so she took me with her big eyes.
Here’s something you’ll never forget cause
you ain’t seen nothing yet girl.
:: 02.22.2021 ::
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SITTING so pretty was that Thing
under a one-in-a-million-year Sun
so here i am inside my small world
kicked off my worries like a little bird
seriously knotted inside a ball without
shoelace: every time i talk to you it
seems you throw yourself inside a psychological
cheat /don’t ever allow them to see you please\
dying skies heave a breath AND
nuns turn the pages of gnostic gothic novels
all caught up in their sticky grace only one smiles
truely and how they think they’ve won
only because the shit has hit the wall
so never let them see you beat feet
it’s the One’s call (break! break the mirror
of perception and eat the sprawling glass inside
your Inner Light).
:: 01.11.2022 ::
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i shed away the skin of human shadow-faces
i begged a figural of heartShaped lips…
my knees bled you and ghosts ate my
golden string soul of a secret lover’s world
No! now, whoa! i ate your soul!
Wow, low, how? it tastes like love…
No, now, whoa! i hate your lies
Wow, low, how? i fell into your heart…
and your penis fly trap devoured my only friend
a dashboard Jesus bobs His Head…
And baby’s breath is fresh Gerber’s strawberry death
And mother’s milk my silk When we meet in clitoria bed
No, now! Whoa!
i ate your soul
Wow! low! how?
i gave you my soul…
You were my High School infatuation friend
and i gave you high behind music hall
Now Mozart turns inside and Beethoven sighs
Cobain blew his mind and my penis fly trap…
Eats Gerber’s strawberry death
:: 08-15-2014 ::
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THE last three horsemen ride in unison! Four black steeds rumble into view like the first the terror was off! now color is lost! the sky above a slaughter of piglets lies before and if you chase the sun you’ll fall if there was not a fourth beast beware the midnight rider for fear it shall take you in a hurry and this dream will be no dream but only memory; one day the human race will arrive to exterminate you!
‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’
‘goodbye libel! say that only! ‘
oh, oh sorabe! indeed, how true!
a dawn of redemption; time and time again rises…rises we must ride this, and ride this to reclaim our souls from this sleeping or this lie begins :: we are nothing to no one for we are we for we are you and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so and, if the whole world knew
what we know… and if the angels of truth could see this nightmare from its beginning
if they could see this dream, and not deny their own eternal truth they could then make the choice by not reading, they would not read they would not harm themselves and, they would not grow strong, and they would not find the Lord from their lack of knowledge they would not stand up against Satan for He made them and He put them there and they were made to fail so that they would not lose their soul from such failure oh, yes if the whole world knew what we know then they would realize…we are nothing and this we speak must be so, yes for it is so, yes and this we have learned.
‘adeu la libelle! sayo qu’esseusement!’
OH MY GOD WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!!!
YOUR MOTHER KEEPS HITTING YOU WITH THIS SCRATCHY THING AND I’M GETTING MAD!
IT SOUNDS LIKE A CHICKEN MEATBITER!
HOW DARE SHE!!!
WAIT A MINUTE!
SOMEONE IS GETTING ANGRY…
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING
HERE’S YOUR CLUES!
DON’T MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A WRONGUNNER!!
JUST EAT THE CHICKEN
WHY CAN’T YOU JUST EAT THE CHICKEN?
WHY CAN’T I JUST EAT A BLIND CHICKEN?!
THE PYROGLASS ROSE UPON IT AND GOT YOU BOTTLED UP!
FROM ALL THE BLUE MONARCHY!!
:: 03/09/2021 ::
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ALWAYS remember money isn’t everything
as a little nonsense now and then
is relished by the poorest wise men
THAT Everyone refused to feed him
his mind a dam of dynamite
moved his tongue like the sea
so easy — sister taught him to ululate
without mushrooms — spirits dug deep
with their thin fingers inside that mouth
to pull out mine! Laid out the soul
against the scentless voice organ
while Baptist wept kissing viper snake.
Father smelled as semen and aunties grabbed
the buttocks with smushy breasts against
my cerub face singing:
loco loco crazy motion train
appreciating nonsense requires a severe
interest in Life : digress!
COMMUNAL STUPIDITY yea.
FAUCI the prophet offers a life free
of pain with vicious vacs of nonsense.
But Nature differs.
Dying laughing i saw myself within my
pupil an evolution of sense, in a sense
the evolution of nonsense.
:: 12.28.2021 ::
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religion is the greatest marketer
of the industrial defense engine;
all believers are enemies of each other
and that makes for a great god of death
and astronomical gains in revenue
:: 03-16-2015 ::
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