Monthly Archives: June 2022

My Better Half

LOVE is a taste of Fear
when you don’t move

An Empty canvas of Art

Well, allow me to explain
how you forgot me:

Oh, well, vibrant touch
is what you said years
later when your life
took a turn. And all
I taught you was everything.

Oh how I bleed my heart
then you died, so far away
like a high cloud in skies.

I took a walk outside
surrounded by beating hearts
of insects and humans.

Oh i am twisted around my
head spinning as the sun
falling down — it’s my better
spirit for the Everything
of Lovely World I See —
all that I could be.

The Soul I loved Once.

:: 05.5.2022 ::

Into the Forever


EYES tongue speak a reality
seeing and speaking objects & words,
And, when sleeping within the valley
of Life, you feel;
how the curvature of the world
encases your flesh, nubile and ripe
with all blood;
i communicate with spirit, rising
as the Soul; a woman who died
many previous life’s to be born a man;
all within rimbaud’s eyes lost under blue
how it all grows.


How the days of youthful living were so
atrocious but we now remember fine
for wanton satyrs and beastly fauns,
as one wrangles myth the other science
of both mind and universal growth;
the long lost days wish to find me
when trees received their green
and women their breasts.

As when the ground sprang its water
and Noah closed the doors of the ark
the last man and woman called to no one
as the world sapped its flow.


Insanity! For now there is one who
says, “I know everything.” And some:
‘we believe you, we believe you!’
Many run from the wars of man —
they are the invisible.
Rising roses from the salty oceans
from a vast brightness of blue
waves — are the coming righteous ones.


From the most concerning CERN they
wish for lost time to return!
–the ancient Ones of reknown men.
In perfect storms not even God
remembers. White coats with goggles
revives them; free from humanity’s


And the skies came down
the sun when up
and the night rolled down
humans looked skyward —
searching skies!

:: 12.08.2020 ::

Heart or Tongue

AS my soul performs in front of LIFE itself!

Roses of you, so worn upon
my own mind. Never quitting
within unkind.

Stopping the world within its
track — as dawn: a muscle amorous.

contending with human artifacts:
as limbs, head, heart and tongue.

I licked the sun and it gave me power.

   when i think of you i LIVE.

smiling as I know the night cannot
grieve, for love is stronger than
physical things.

:: 12.18.2020 ::

The Cave of Mystery

THE mouth of the cave gave mysteries
as butterflies spewed from it’s dark mouth.

The jack rabbit loped away toward the crested
ocean’s shoreline.  The moon stared.  Brilliant
silvery light upon the grounds around the dream
of the poet.  

And words formed into dreams he could not write
until he slept / away from life \ toward the truth
of all that is real.

:: 06.23.2022 ::

Tibetan Breakfast

HOW ugly is beautiful in its exquisite way
and how beauty can be the definition of ugly!

    AS if from great nature’s own abyss
of stores we compare prices  between needs
and wants.  

But miss —

  the philosophical points of existence.

How wonderful is the line of straight and
true:  we can ignore it or perish upon
it’s edges of right or left ~~ which is
the Tibetan breakfast of enlightenment?

Only one eye can tell the truth.

:: 06.23.2022 ::

The Quiet Nights

I would eat the night if the night were angry
  it would be red and bright of yellows

In the sky would anger see the love of me
  i have my ways of soldiering fate

Between Earth, Heaven and Moon i say
  i have drawn a curtain of my skin

To protect the Love of lovers again
  they sing and scream in delight

Again the world shall be reborn
  within my own mind once again

How the feet of lovers move carefully
  their hearts as air, the mouths of care

I am their romantic tune within their ear
  a shadow opened upon their wounds

Again and again how i move the world
  and all the creatures who sing with me.

:: 06.23.2022 ::

Today was Hot

TODAY was so hot ~~ the sun kissed the surface of Earth.

Today i’m fine i have no hair left but inside my soul
i find i am fine / today i ate a mars bar and it made me happy
/because i like brown skin \ and in my head i’m so ugly /
okay ~~ Sunday morning with church light candles I find God.

I’m so lonely / dye my new hair \ i am excited i am
and i don’t care because my soul is pure ||

Oh heck hey kick the bucket full of agony ~~~

I like how i feel so hurt i feel you’re not coming back

i loved how the clouds are so pareidolia showing scenes
within the blue skies of my life : i’m so complete because
i am ugly and broken eyes still see fractured life
like our days when i found God.

i don’t care because i fck myself. i don’t care because i fck you.
i don’t care because i am you.

How i like it that i’m not coming back and love how i killed
the spirit of what i miss in you and love you but never coming
back ______> i drank love from a fountain of Life
and in my ugly head sunday morning’s are all i care because in
my ;last days i found God.

:: 06.23.2022 ::

Morning’s Passion

And when morning is upon you

It’s like a blessing from God

Hear His voice, He will speak your thoughts

He gives the heart a reason to sing His praise

Who could this save but You through the One

Whose Name we long to speak

Hear the voice of His Spirit, Holy Spirit

Sing His praise for all

And we praise the morning dew and all the world

We praise the heart and soul! Like the first

morning’s petals flowered. Praise for life,

praise for the morning and a passion for Life!

:: 06.22.2022 ::

The Lost Love and Never Loved

FROM lost love and never loved
From schoolmates, dreams with the truest and the dullest
to those who were and those who might have been
to all the boys and girls all the present and all the past
from those who have it all to those who have nothing, so
they’ll have to make it

To all the righteous, without care of, for, to those with purpose
those who love, those who don’t from the moment we were born
to that time of dreams; a brother to that sister
the others, all of us.

I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream

Imagine what it would be like if we were one
To think that love is…
Yes it is
We have had enough of hate
Of violence and crime
Of tearing families apart
Of letting too many drop out of school
Of not getting a good education
Of not having hope
Of having a chance for success
Of caring, and giving, and Love

So that the words and the worlds
Would know that it is possible
That all we need is love
So that the demons and the monsters would see that it is
the path of light, and there is no need to fear.

All from lost love and the never-loved.

:: 06.22.2022 ::

Bifurcated Thoughts

WHAT is that __
                I am sad or happy]\
? “come on…” talks like a possum
oh Karma arrested police makes me feel\
  –? if it’s what you feel;  if it’s
what Kings and Queens dealt;  oh Night
camera-pareidolia / its what we eat
and what we digest in memories }}oh
forever i lost myself inside time
and space || many little ones \ oh
forget and forgive religion and
all sense of self –P{r}etty\
flesh cave inside the world.

And the world keeps on raining
all the graves opening to begin

: 11.07;2021 ::