Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
Monthly Archives: October 2022
Sing Sister
Mourning Means Many Things
(…thin &    sometimes   –> t ALL   pouring hourglass rains           Oh All!<– she’s all within my mind orsome-suchSilly paIN___it’s killing me!  & the silverrain falls upon eloquence  with logic — ties me up and arrests me!)
becomes or became? What, if anything? Began a greater force known as Nature!
Morns as these –unseen–a
-part of this or that___ fluttering first caught my eyes Then my mouth i ate
the truth and spat out it for my own reality. Did i this. This i did.
–by date of breakfast–by miracles–and brides before___/|||\ we clibmed down
for apocalypse___worlds___floods____faint-by man-made device lost lives ___elapse
from sighing | Emily says,
“Faith–The Experiment of Our Lord.” Emily Dickinson (rest by eprobles)
Good evening
Good Morning
:: 10.12.2022 ::
The Beast you Pet
What you pet is an animal in a cage
but the little child could not stop__
see the animal in your cage you pet?
\snap/ Because her mind had gone (out for a stroll)
and fallen down the Rabbit Hole she became a Beast.
Destroying all her
Reflections of what she
wished to be _ but sight inside a crack she feared became focused. All of the World just creations of Your Own _ devils and demon
dogs and God and Satan and Jesus
and Buddah is the illusion we mainly
believe and choose.
Excited we begin to create more
and everything is right where it belongs
: fog of confusion to open the door
to the horror of our own destiny.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
Creations of My Own
IF one shall break their heart by giving Love they are the Children of my Heart
Thinking the world beautiful you may never have gone outside at night — the
evil done undercover | instead you stare up into space, having never felt the taste of fear
upon your tongue — it tastes like blood of fear uncaged prowling you now___
Have you ever been awake so early, that you watch your body before the mind
starts? The heart begins pumping clouds into the skies…And if you could have ever
glanced at your reflection could you look right through the deepest cracks /afraid
to see?\ It’s not just you but also me.
Tripping on tree roots and slipping upon words,
is anything different, that many do not notice —
like the elaborate dream of living \not without reflection/
but just a sight of cheek and breathing air
Inside my world’s throat creations of my own get caught
: living in this illusion i choose to believe
OUR EYES were looking at each other
disregarding the illusory dream upon the edges
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
By Love or by Might
if by love or by might
my love i'd fight
having you for
life i would
THAT
if by might
giving within by
my love i’d fight
if by love or by might
:: 10.11.2022 ::
While You Cried I Dried All your Tears All These Years
silent. beautiful word. how tired my heart beats
while he lays there perishing and this pain
is too real that time cannot erase I scream
please see all Fears and still abandon
all of me / because
i once shouted as your voice how this pain is
too real and time cannot erase but hold onto our
fears and our tears thorugh
out all these years ____________you
still love all of me______
how i tried to tell myself
how you are still with me
i’m no longer bitter!
but this pain is just too real
and that time can not erase |
i love your fears and your
heart all these years / but you
are dead \and all of me…
past before you by chance
of sanity ! oh HEAR how this PAIN
is so real time CANNOT erase
i scream i’m holding your hands
across of of me.
:: 10.09.2022 ::
Lacrimosa Always in Death
IF the END was a monsterous abyss and you imagined carried out corpses: the Ones passed who never
shed tears as they Never Fell Into an Abyss, do sing:
‘I love you and still living and having arrived unto Eternal Love’ then if you cry remember/
Grieving is only deep pain while i arise –what Looked Like an End is Just Sunset
as now dawn (the End), while the grave locked up, is when you are the prisoner of here — named
Human. Kind. As ever you have ever seen a new seed planted into the Earth –> called Human.
When the creation of words and souls made the quick foot –> that you Evie Loved, that Joy
we shared (defeat never, my shinning sword & steel, within your Eyes i Understood. That many of things we shared but never defeat my bold companion of love, tears, and silences. There! Only two, who speak to me; as i am their Father and they love me. My deathless courage
how then of them! And we three and my Son shall stand within the morning’s sun and we shall be dangerous!
Praise our God of Goodness and great faith
sister and brothers? Devoured now by fear and lust
of Self.
Look! Up! The Grace of Eternal Memory!
:: 10.09.2022 ::
Next Paragraph by Ancient Ravens
“There upon this most curious weirdest experience
while i napping and flapping near my bed’s
\headboard…/___i wondered as while i fought
off the horrors caused by my beating heart
:here, I open wide for all the world’s pain
and all it’s darkest peering horrors
the hidden consciousness I am and was
my heart still feels a wrapping-tapping
upon my skull :my world: upon my chamber’s
door perched. by breathing, speaking and lusting
near my chamber’s door ~~ came the twinkle-twinking
night’s sharp shore.”
:: 10.09.2022 ::
Un Amor Imposible
beauty once was the creation of all
before and again once then ~~
bewitched me by love’s powers
i saw Love which has no skin
or blood nor body
t h e purest Love of All
. How exquisite!
:: 10.07.2022 ::
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