i

EYES tongue speak a reality
seeing and speaking objects & words,
And, when sleeping within the valley
of Life, you feel;
how the curvature of the world
encases your flesh, nubile and ripe
with all blood;
i communicate with spirit, rising
as the Soul; a woman who died
many previous life’s to be born a man;
all within rimbaud’s eyes lost under blue
how it all grows.

ii

How the days of youthful living were so
atrocious but we now remember fine
for wanton satyrs and beastly fauns,
as one wrangles myth the other science
of both mind and universal growth;
the long lost days wish to find me
when trees received their green
and women their breasts.

As when the ground sprang its water
and Noah closed the doors of the ark
the last man and woman called to no one
as the world sapped its flow.

iii

Insanity! For now there is one who
says, “I know everything.” And some:
‘we believe you, we believe you!’
Many run from the wars of man —
they are the invisible.
Rising roses from the salty oceans
from a vast brightness of blue
waves — are the coming righteous ones.

IV

From the most concerning CERN they
wish for lost time to return!
–the ancient Ones of reknown men.
In perfect storms not even God
remembers. White coats with goggles
revives them; free from humanity’s
God.

V

And the skies came down
the sun when up
and the night rolled down
humans looked skyward —
searching skies!

:: 12.08.2020 ::

AS my soul performs in front of LIFE itself!

Roses of you, so worn upon
my own mind. Never quitting
within unkind.

Stopping the world within its
track — as dawn: a muscle amorous.

contending with human artifacts:
as limbs, head, heart and tongue.

I licked the sun and it gave me power.

   when i think of you i LIVE.

smiling as I know the night cannot
grieve, for love is stronger than
physical things.

:: 12.18.2020 ::

TODAY was so hot ~~ the sun kissed the surface of Earth.

Today i’m fine i have no hair left but inside my soul
i find i am fine / today i ate a mars bar and it made me happy
/because i like brown skin \ and in my head i’m so ugly /
okay ~~ Sunday morning with church light candles I find God.

I’m so lonely / dye my new hair \ i am excited i am
and i don’t care because my soul is pure ||

Oh heck hey kick the bucket full of agony ~~~

I like how i feel so hurt i feel you’re not coming back

i loved how the clouds are so pareidolia showing scenes
within the blue skies of my life : i’m so complete because
i am ugly and broken eyes still see fractured life
like our days when i found God.

i don’t care because i fck myself. i don’t care because i fck you.
i don’t care because i am you.

How i like it that i’m not coming back and love how i killed
the spirit of what i miss in you and love you but never coming
back ______> i drank love from a fountain of Life
and in my ugly head sunday morning’s are all i care because in
my ;last days i found God.

:: 06.23.2022 ::