how i found myself:
i live within cement
i live within human
form and sentiment
i hate how i conform
but have no energy for shit
and how my feet follow
orders of Life in this human
form i was born ~~~ deformed
ooh. Made hen. Give me rights
then all foregone as nothing
is a guest in my life! deformed.
So i flew ooh up to the skies
and nestled in a cloud flinger
above you.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Spent my day with the woman of my heart
we went to the beach and watched waves
and smoked our stuff and drank our wine
we decided to make a new start
she stole my head and heart
so we did oh yeah start a new Life
i went to live upon the precipice of Hope
and she found a Mountain where the children
of Love and the Sun began to rise \seems
she took a dive and had no rhyme to demise
i shed tears and moved along / someone once
told me there’s a girl out there with
love inside here eyes )so i flew there(
arriving i stood up and found my feet
sinking — took a punch to my nose
from a ghost, i think i need to find that
Queen
Oh, save me! I’m dancing within the dance hall
of my Skull / oh lovely!\ such a Strong Soul —
but can you live upon the surface of Mars?
No, you’ll never know as he’ll never go
on a show (Earth or Mars)__ .
:: 01.29.2023 ::
toNIGHT withIN my dreams i dream of a happy
solitary thing ~~ flying above the land swimming
within the skirts of wind
i can’t keep you out of
(can’t keep you out of) my Head
feeling as one who runs panting
after evaporated dreams
Maybe tell me i should go
to the high lookouts over
the desert ocean
See? No one hears it
no one /beyond the mirage
of eternal summer laughs
like me? Do you feel me.
Birthing sentences are so
lonely words the gravel of
insomnia make me cry/i don’t
care\the Dew is consumed by
the touch of Death/ snakes
fake smothering rats inside
this house of dance let’s go ~
where everyone is waiting to
shine their light upon that Soul
of emotions. __
:: 01.29.2023 ::
UNSEEN entities listen
Behind our limpid pupils
a distance before our tight
fists is Fate
the labels of society burn
within my bottled voice ~
but my words burn of nomenclature
beyond these nightmare walls
upon the dark and quiet streets
i spread your trampled body
of cracked brains
the stream of acidic urine upon
the carcass burns the sidewalk
the Spirit sings
:: 01.29.2023 ::
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