O i 8 you 2
b’ lasted
all cares )oh
wow oh wow oh
why why why(
i’m a brain
i’m a spirit
i’m eating you
you’re eating me
today! Day!
Day! Days!
i’m a brand
i’m a brand
if we could
find chi
yeah, sheesh!
Tired! Tired!
Tired! Tired!
so we began:
we began to
breathe.
Now I’m so Happy
π are you Sad?
:: 05.05.2022 ::
WOULD you kiss me if i failed you?
Would you be my Knight in Shining Armor?
If i told you how i’d hurt you?
Can you feel me my friend oh, my love-hurt?
Can you feel my love hurts?
Today is Mother’s Day
but i failed to see her
for decades so please
forgive me when I return
my heart — embryo!
how we hurt like a wave against
Sandcastles and Empty Hearts.
:: 05.05.2022 ::
Ecliptic Nebulae, the stones of
My Web; O God, make I a star,
as I’m a star!
We love not Time, love not Love
We love not World, live not
but within a Golden Empire!
The Soul that by
Soul’s Influence governs
the moons, stars & mega-verse
is eternal Love the Moon
has no sun — the Heart
no chaperone eloping
became Big Bang thrills!
:: 05/04/2022 ::
i saw what i was and wondered
lonely as a cloud when all at once
i tasted butter fields
That those who dance upon Stars into
longer line — along the bay the dance (by
the lake by the trees what twinkled always
a margin great) spiritually as ocean’s glee
how no poetry could foresee
the wealth that showed to me
whilst vacant as i am
the words that came to me
inside solitude.
this lonely company.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
IF ‘never’ spoke it could not. THAT ‘woke up’ is at least an eye
i spent the next hour sleeping!
How presence always passes while i stay here \\||//
I would Love to write something that turns you on; but nowadays the news is rather sad π¦
i could laugh ~ or drink a cup of being late. how i love love as it speaks in purple and yellow
I, skinny sluggish Priapus ate my heart to save yours and Today after dying over again — how saw i your brilliant smiling face
I’d love to turn you on then realize this is just a poem
and my fingers are full of chocolate waiting for devour it all!
I would love to kiss your lips. Would you kiss mine if they were all
female marshmallow pies? Would you hug
me if our chest were devoid of lovely bumps?
PANDEMONIUM
:: 04.19.2022 ::
“Approve certification for settlement purposes on consent of the Parties;
and (2) approve Notice of Certification and Settlement Approval Hearing.”
So began the vetting. A devious device to sort out your friends and foes.
Was called the First Order of the Court!
Gavel pounding. Audience quieted.
“Now, we shall hear from our eminent Scientist!
A mister drewLow from the Highlands known as “Beyond’C!”
A very decript figure rose from the lower rafters and made crippled way
to the stage. A cup of water on the filament stem but he did not partake.
“My fellow Citizens of WereLingWorld!”
THE wereling world is infinitesimally smaller than any ‘human’ eye could
ever see. No. To see this world requires government technology — thank you
so kindly for your taxes! But we will not share what we created with your money.
Shit.
“I, after 858 years comes to you with findings of upmost importance! Not just
for WereLing World but for all of sentient beings in the GreaterTHANcanSee!
aT THAT very moment a shot of unobtainaium rang out and pierced the CordMust
from Doctor drewLow’s SoulRope.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
WITHIN the halls of the Council not a sound heard.
The greatest edifice built by the Werelings is
where this transpired.
Countless generations toiled upon its structure
so this moment could be recorded.
It’s a prophecy.
The Werelings are not as you nor as i am.
One of our human breathes is measured as
ten thousand years in their lifetime.
Ergo; short lives compared to humans.
Began the Council with a gavel — yes,
even the tiniest of creatures know
how to rule a court!
Murmur in the seats. Ecto-tech in the
aisles. (much like US Congress in a place
known as D.C.)
“This session will come to order!”
Within his grey beard of light Mr. Alweez
stroked his chin.
Today marks a stupendous occasion. The
finality of a question pondered by the
Wereling history: are there others, more
giant than them who exists beyond the boundary
of vision?
MOST importantly; could we become allies with
these impossibly large creatures? There is no
precedent but historial records describe certain
knowledge hereto hidden by the average Wereling.
Some called them gods or worse — A GOD.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
Jester of cosmos became undone
Spurned feelings of hollow love
And mother And father And siblings
were never there
How unspoken
unspoken is life
What of the man in the sky;
the forgotten one who never spoke
while i bled ~ held a white flag
surrendering to pain but no one cared
all offboard abandoned into deep waters
some live some will drown
no one wants to play.
Oh, how surrounded by lies!
taking a walk outside
even the ground eats the
footsteps i take;
walking away from this
nightmare of broken glass
of what was no thing.
Unspoken.
:: 04.19.2022 ::
SLEEP awake. Sleep. Wake. Now _> tell me;
what is madness if not waking up to this same
day without a Savior: so gently hush
your eyes and fly with me (You see doctor:
‘WITHIN every dream my
heart takes the final steps
toward oblivion. With every beat-step I take takes
me much further from something we call Heaven.’
And when standards of living fall dizzy it’s only
a true force and we question is there a heaven?”
and as a madman I dream and say:
“I am the butterfly who moves mountains and hurricanes
I am chaos dripped in color on a journey by seven suns.”
So shut your precious eyes and sing and dream
“I, too, am an alien in human flesh
trying to feel human too…”
So we suffer! As children without parents.
:: 04.17.2022 ::
HOW we eat grapes with swollen lips how we give blood for Love
how butterflies float-dip and grass barely stands
while so wrecked we are “oh those memories!”
For the most i hope all meaning isn’t lost within a small madness
for most i hope: my escape wasn’t much too laggy-loosey
but to be free is the shit yes, it’s all inside our heads
now universal jester court jester of humans ~
i appreciate that but please
to appreciate that but please
nothing is to explain how my heart drips wonderful
memories across all of eternity? [yes] Does it have to be?
Was it meant for me?
Then she kissed and said, “Stay asleep and keep faith. To be
true so true is to repeat yourself
~ “There’s so many ways to confuse your head.” ~
If by meaning — i repeat myself — /Crack a slice from now \ — kick
off your shoes to find yourself free)( for the most i wish by feelings
in morning you’ll begin to see the light which you slept last night
— slip drops stand rolled discuss dead air and please explain
about the many ways we can believe in life
when we leave the Love we held so close.
We held so close.
It’s a Soul boy. Nothing more. Never need to discuss it again — slip out the side
between white and gray — light or dark will set you free.
:: 04/14/2022 ::
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