IN a daze so confused i know
how the ones are so surprised.
So disposed by time and something
like life with little mouths.
i walk in a worn soul without shoes
upon the boulevard of boiling hate
and greet all the screaming faces
who hold sinking balloons and
giraffes with hunchback necks
and a little child with bruises
across his face –it’s disgrace
how he screams and no one hears
the belt across his deformed smile
and the alley way is a mine
of gold where the youth and old go
to seek shelter from a burning sun
and darkened souls who roam the night.
Oh Lord come today and wash away
the pain
Oh Lord come today and burn away
all the pain
oH! upon a wish a rapture should surprise
my soul upon this street the houses
immensely scream: ‘i wish to be in
the heavens waiting to be formed,
and love is more than knowing how
words are more than feelings
as a heart curved-shape slurping
the world.’

:: 07-30-2015 ::

If you go on your own way I give you a strength of cord
to make your way — for the King and Queen to use
if life says buttercups sing ‘captured and the Queen
weeps send it to me!’ With loving care. Cause it’s
for the King to use. I am common ti-di-diddit
diddit do remember the gold (it’s there) so don’t
surround yourself with yourself diddit diddit diddit
just come to me (yourself) and the fawn weeps
and the — did you see all the good people
who turn their faces and it’s a stronger course
that love and life moves me on to another square
and i sang a loving word to all life – captured!
and i sing cause it’s time and time is captured!
…………………………………….for the Queen
………..so i go now back to the corner of my life
// she hasn’t got time to make me a knight
But i’m captured surrounded by her loving care!
— for the Queen to use//my sister call upon me!
anytime anywhere for the Queen to use!

:: 07-29-2015 ::

Mary wakes up with a wet blanket
and Jesus thinks starbursts
really taste very sweet
hanging from a cross. and
m&m’s taste best when melted
in a hot mouth and hey hey
tried so hard to have had a father
and don’t hate Him anymore
self-appointed demigods who
have no servants to rule over
are little kids inside a sandbox
called agitated life and i like
m&m’s and starbursts so like
i thought before it’s a taste of
melted s’mores oh hell yeah
it’s teenage existentialism
a modern rain caught all inside
a pain of technological madness
and we’re all whores for
zeros and ones

:: 07-28-2015 ::