I followed a
f
a l
l i
n g
feather
toward the ground along the twist
-ing-twirl -ing >dizzy< | path |
I found a penny which held no thoughts together the feather and copper bone
fell upon an anvil cloud of striking stone!
:: 08-05-2014 ::
I followed a
f
a l
l i
n g
feather
toward the ground along the twist
-ing-twirl -ing >dizzy< | path |
I found a penny which held no thoughts together the feather and copper bone
fell upon an anvil cloud of striking stone!
:: 08-05-2014 ::
Now listen to me, my Lover; is there love as sweet as love this?
Then lo! wither thou art, there in that far wall
a single flower is frozen, and through the hole is a voice.
See her pretty breast, whereon there kisses I beat,
till from the wall I hear her song on the steps.
Is it I?—no, but it’s my own.
I have never known thy love;
I have never said that I loved thee;
But now the walls that kept her apart
have let me in, and I can say it.
At the sight of it all
the tender thoughts of love
of that sad flower
Come and they tread
Upon the blooming thoughts of me.
Now I hold the flower,
and play with her rosy lips;
I kiss the blade of thorns,
I seize the stem,
and press my lips against the petal.
It is not my flower, it is not my love;
It is but her sadness and her grief.
I hold it and let it go.
We are equal in tears:
And this sad flower
When it is once freed
Shall come and say
How sad she was!
Again I kiss her stem,
And pass from the courtyard.
And then shall I knell.
:: 07.05.2022 ::
But, alas! Thou canst never, for Death strikes up against thee too mighty blows; of to-morrow
it is nearer thy sakes than thee know, which be the answer when thou hear it.
And on it the lowest, the lowest, and henceforth, is none else to blame, they say,
for their hot blood; none can love, none can save, but thou. All must fight for itself,
some must sit it out of its own will; all must end in Death’s grimy hand, the elder’s power’s last degradation. It’s no fault in me if I be no help;
O, it is to thy great good it is, by failing to help me, to cure thee.
Neither thus was thy arm bent, when it fell, that, at the last, slew thee as Nature’s price,
to never again to swing a sword to fight, till some day after Death, Death gives his throne,
Till then save thyself!
:: 06.05.2022 ::
He got on his donkey, brushed its shoulder with his hand, sighed and he said, “God bless the earth!”
It just blew him away when he woke up and started laughing.
Well, I’m going to hell.
“Uh huh. Jesus? What’s your name?”
“My name is… what’s yours? C’mon, it’s no big deal, I’m not here to save the world. I just wanted to make a quick buck on my vacation. If you guys can get through this [fake evil laughter]… what can I do for ya?”
“No, we’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. But we need some proof. It’s a simple thing. You have to kill a guy.”
“You sure this is the same crap you came up with?”
“Yeah, all that’s been said has been said, we got your back. Only you can’t kill the guy. No one can. He’s already dead.”
“Really? I thought there were cameras and all. I mean, I didn’t know about this.”
“There’s no cameras.”
“But they know something happened, you have to tell him we’re coming.”
“Well, how would I find the guy?”
“Find him yourself. Then I’m coming back in.”
“Really? Ok, I’ll do that, you bet. Ok, what’s the plan? What’s gonna happen?”
“We’re gonna sneak into his house and do the deed.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really. Come on now, my donkey needs to go home, he’s exhausted. You guys go ahead, I’ll meet you back here tomorrow night.”
All of a sudden, a voice boomed through the silent night air.
“Hey, don’t do this. You’re gonna get us all killed!”
“Who’s that?”
“You’re gonna pay. You’re gonna pay for what you did to me. I’m not dead yet. I’m coming back and you’re gonna die!”
A couple of dudes laughed and broke off a piece of wood. They went over to the guy.
“Here, you just kill him with this. Then we’ll hang him in the yard.”
“Ok, thanks a lot.”
They went to get the rope.
And then another voice boomed through the night air.
“You’re gonna have to kill him first. He’s not dead yet. I’m coming back.”
“Oh, really? Well, I’ll kill him. But first I need a smoke.”
Jesus walked to the edge of the porch, lit up a cigarette and listened to the laughter. And then, there were no more voices at all.
Everyone stopped laughing and just stared at the one man, waiting for him to speak.
Finally, a voice boomed through the night air.
“Don’t kill him. I’m coming back. You’ll get us all killed.”
“Oh, really? Well, what do you want? We can’t just let you walk all over us. I need to know what the hell you want before I kill you.”
The voice came back to life.
“I want to be the judge of what happens to you. I’m coming back.”
“Really?” Jesus was getting a little tired of this.
“Yes, really. You’ll regret this, you’ll see.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll regret this. I’m coming back. I know what I’m talking about.”
“If you know what you’re talking about, how come you’re not the one in charge?”
“That’s simple. I’m coming back. And the person who’s leading this whole town has got to be punished.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know, I’m on my way back, and the next time I’m on the night shift I’ll be doing the night watch, right in the house that’s being prepared for you guys. See you tomorrow night. Goodbye.”
The footsteps faded away. The peat smoking stick was smoked out and left to burn in the darkness of the night air. Jesus stood there for a moment and stared into the dark night.
“Ok, the only way out is to kill him.”
He turned back to the others. “Guys, we have to do this.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, but we’re going to do it. I have to, I can’t have them taking revenge.”
The guys left in a rush, probably trying to collect their cattle for the night.
And Jesus sat there alone, just staring at the darkness.
i WALK along the ground with tired feet
sun hello today beating upon this back
That I’m not alone feeling
burning desire
wishing more reasons
to live life
/ feeling freezing breathing \
i walk alone on this broken ground
i’m coming back again so
moon, goodbye tonight soothing souls
believing reasons meanings heaving
~ disbelieving___
Touching dreams feeling meaning
i’m not that much further away
than the shadows moving near me
that i’m not alone feeling
feelings remembering burning
wishes like a burning sun
upon my back.
I never wish to be here again
never remember how i got here
; voodoo.
:: 07.05.22 ::
WHEN i was God i dreamt i was a child
i dreamed of flowing rivers
and a youthful love called Lilly
When I was older than Light
i became flesh and told to wait
When i was older within flesh the voice said, “wait.”
An act of divine.
I prayed in pain — it hushed me.
I burned the scrolls they called Holy.
And i took the creature’s hand I created
a spot, the piece of mud, now your land.
Now almost perished from the Earth.
:: 07.04.2022 ::
a strung-out song (oh pity one down another to go)
a pit-angel trap (if you know what i mean)
green as money without feeling sang the fat
evil thought ramming inside the white cave of my dilapidated
skull.
Where we never sense measure.
How can any artist sell out for fame
is beyond me. do -did-itty-did-diddy-uptown-
so-lay claims to the Evil One called small soul!W
i know i must be mentally unwell
but need for money was never the cause
for my derangement.
I blame my dreams.
My dreams are OUROBOROS.
A divine pain. Inside my throat. Beneath
my head inside my stomach.
Di 00-itty-diddy \did/did/\did itty so good
bye now (hello white and yellow)__
:: 03.18.2022 ::
My Sweet Lover of ages / the Strange Claims Adjuster
of mysterious poses \ within a world so cold
making pink ice cream ponies,
How we scream sometimes at each other and spit in
the frozen air /touch me if you will upon my stomach
where all butterflies are tied
up \ —-> i met the corner
with the skin of my soft hip
and sanguinolency masterbation
spread outward into the castle
where we went || deep inside
the body of our MIND
ABYSSOPELAGIC lust! Oh okay,
the next morning we went hunting
(after that funky time) for panacea.
She took me within her arms with
more than two eyes burning inside
(the lights went out) I fed her
special green grass and she sang,
“Taradiddle” oh wicked __ nikki.
I spoke a word, “
Mercy” but i could never buy my
Life back with any money ||
Kisses mellifluous while watching
syzygy align!~ We grind.
:: 07.03.2022 ::
My Heart breaks the stairway of fire and mud
a decapitated museum of flesh and visual pain
transforms shattered life THERE WITHIN my
spirit crying of windows natural friendship
As ashlar of forest flees through low bridges
Eros much more flees from my loving heart
I hear upon a morning light a band of insects
that eat the kind Light of Love/ the head hears
aluminum letters of abc holding birds of insurance
\ emanation of carpets i hope beauty are as burning
ashes from the gates of archipelago pursable fascinator
of enigmas. Within the hands bleeding mirrors broken.
The course of this prose blinded but not for poets.
Whose arrows course blindly within a universal dream
connected to the honey lamp.
:: 07.02.2022 ::
On one of these laps of the fishing boats with their red sails that scour the island of the insane we look up.
The woman who was staring from the harbour is back there, in a sea of people.
We read about the great gap between the people and the colonialists.
The press that did not come here that shows pictures of half-naked women with white clothes and black teeth.
The madness of the man on the second floor is beyond the penetration of the purple arrow.
We read the messages of the leftist and the feminist struggle in Portuguese and Spanish and we do not know what it means.
The man who raises up the voice of union does not know the relatives who listen to the voices of the streets and of the flowers and of the trees the voice of the ascetic saying that does not stress the ear.
I clearly knew beyond this stormy weather within my head. I am the poet writing this prose.
The sailor sailing blindly — flying!
:: 07.02.2022 ::
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