i love this Soul how pretty
it is blue and white
and brown and so much
more we call Earth.
i love you that you give us all
we need and more.
Wrath day, this only Day Everything
will be carbonized ~
as lost loves announced.

How the terror is,
that judgement comes
to judge us all harshly.

What a te-e-rror-rror it will
be-be, as we watch our life
exquinsited by mighty forces
yet unknown.

I imagined no thing as this!
Diamond eyes, flower lips,
tender skies kissing hearts! all
the dreams of a dreamer who
writes for the soul!

i cried.
to still write a poem
a soul should go above us
living for all today
these dreams are with us
and every day they do
have the strong voice
of meaning

:: 01.23.2023 ::

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Persephone,

it was a Past that Never Happened

it was a past that never happened
just \ MEMORY /

a single thing of no stature

nor shadow. how then i died

never knowing truth

and that love oozed Persephone

and her deepest anguish and still

lives eating meanings. Per Symphony

i am to be enlightened.

It is just the music of Life.

:: 01.23.2023 ::

vulgarity is a world
or fair?
it is a stroke
like painting
or a written prose
‘is life raw and tender?’
all my blame or fame
too easily endured
the scorn of my own art!
wrong is the one if you say you’re mind
I’ll be here to the end of time
thing fair when you c’c’
hearts beloved the raw truth!
Oh should i stay or go now?

My artistic body say’s i”ll fight tonight.
You didn’t come to the party
and the world caved in oh ~~ babe
say 01.01.20250 fighting like it’s
1999.

1999 don’t you wanna go?

No. (i don’t wanna die…)

:: 03-01-2015 ::

HORDE OF UNFORGIVABLE SOULS

 E XPLODE like a bomb  how you
l ove me (as i die) | love me like
a heart dancing like virual app ~
fake:stomping out the cloud looking
FOR archaic Love nothing here but
heavy drugs. the c hild ren start to
sing and the lady across the street
cleaning s hirts stares upward:
the Spirit turns out the street’s candles
the caw s creams another Death in hand.  
Dreaming of a d ream  and  the creature
across the street waves it’s ‘hands’ to
the horde of unforgivable souls.

It’s too late, too late, too late,
too late for Mankind to resolve.
A heavy thought weighed my Soul down
when i pinched the sky to remember
all my wrong and little rights
i kissed the Sun in whatever i do.
  Because that River of Life is loaded
with spiritual questions and died in
her arms and her too : always be true.
Growing up and coming down
away away away up toward tearing
screaming things that would make me kill.
The beggar you begat begets a fool so tall.
You always knew oh always knew ;  so the
sweetest things the world remembers are
those feelings we’d kill for a little
oh a little (giggle) a little love, a little
stupid, never wisdom within those bones.

:: 01.18.2023 ::