how bleeding hearts
rode a wheel of miracles
choaking the greens of
all amazon nations __
how Love makes the world
go round but only with money
: how love was tender
screaming how i hadn’t had
your back : See how we faught
… you were on to me __Saturn
free for a thousand years —
how i feel loving you then
so best.
:: 10.16.2022 ::
I REMEMBER when left was right
day was night every night every day
i fell into what ever i do: the heart
is loaded | focus on
those coming up
From Down | we tear out
their minds _ a little thing we do to Kill
boss in denial
we splatch away
to kill a little thing
to save you
is what we do. Whatever
or GhostMostly you we do
— when it comes back down
we send it up /Never come back
down … creature : how the colors and
sounds like what Alice said_
Creature!
Shoot up! Shoot up! Call 911!
Whether love or hate! Let her take any
other’s place: sometimes I feel me or you |
take all t h is time to relize
i’m tired.
Whatdoyou whatdoyou whatdoyou wish
calm dowm : come down fromt his cloud.
painting? Okay.
now.
:: 10.16.2022 ::
My bonnie lass | My bonnie lass
I called to you I cried
I ran I wailed
I crossed the blue blood
The desolate sand___
I lay you on the dry grass
I laid you here in these windswept woods
in this desolate wood my love
My beautiful lass You don’t like me
You don’t want me I can hear your voice.
No, that’s wrong.
I see you You’re gone You’re in my arms
You’re gone Your body’s broken
Your breasts drenched In my sweat
You were never mine Never mine
Your face is pale You’re still wet
You’re still naked Your bones exposed
But your drenched flesh I cannot forget
The tears
Your voice
I don’t care
You’re a blossom
A bloom
A flower
And I see you
I see you as the crabs fight over your flesh
Nothing remaining of your plump breasts
And that is how i like you
My flower.
:: 10.13.2022 ::
Every word ever written is within my Head
Every way of thinking, every idea in my Head
I feel as if I’m falling into a giant Mind
I feel as if the whole world is nothing but me
To know I’m alive, I am the universe
To hear I am the silence
To see I am the light
To touch I am the history
To feel I am the time
To think I am the point
And I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love
Underneath the smooth darkness
that I can’t see, the body still sings
Underneath the deep sleep, the soul dreams
Underneath the sleep, the moon sets
Underneath the bright sun, the stars glow
I am the world, I am the universe
I am the Mind, I am the World
I am the Lion, I am the Lion
I am the Fire, I am the Fire_____.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
Sing Sister___
Still sing, even from there, dear sister.
The Spirit of our Lord takes you:
you shall always sing.
:: 10.12.2022 ::
(…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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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 ::
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