the World has eaten me
within small bites
although no one knows
the pain began as the moon
at night ; by day a raging
sun is how pain spoke itself
| the love of death
raging mad | but I wish to live
but my brain refuses to believe
it receives my own thoughts.
:: 02.16.2023 ::
TRUTH is a corner
with no hallways
Squeezed into tears
faced with reality
By gentian flower
Azure within Hearts
Love has torn me apart
My lover now gone
and still walks
the Earth as ghost
is exemplary a shadow
with not a voice.
:: 02.16.2023 ::
NEVER tell your most
sensitive secrets to those
that do not love you;
Famous mouths are not truthful sounds
their cancerous mouth maligns
envious gangrene and hatred as vomit.
Be truthful, for the sun is; light for day
the moon at night as lovers whisper lullabies
To be honest is to know one’s self: it is
something i am working on day by day.
and every night I pass away
into visions and dreams.
:: 02.16.2023 ::
MY Love. Whom I Love.
Do you hear me?
My love?
My dear? The One who knows
me as no other one?
Are you here or dead?
My Dear One. I am here.
But not there in a sane manner.
As you are physical i am not
My love for you never chances
your tears are of mine: joy
for your comfort and belief
eternally.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
Love Is the Empire
i FELL into my
deep throat
There i found my Soul’s Stone.
Its heaviness made me sad.
i left the world /there,
i found the ‘spark’ of
the emptiness of my Soul.
‘ MY LOVE not felt \
for 65 million years.
and now? Every moment
of intellect left ;\
shaking, into itself
golden thread.
:: 02.14.2022 ::
Upon the eternal souls of fallen ones
here at this vast Ocean and in delirium
so stronger than alcohol i remember this
green night of a dozen snows: within
mineral pools talking of history the
rainbows stretched the world around
and around reborn each time by touch
of glass with numbers
I would have loved to show the small
animals of that other place but Life
was open to doors of a hundred closed
nights of a bird less air ~~ free,
pierced as no one so lucky to live
on this planet called Earth.
My happy tears sleep with a million
birds of golden victor. As my own heart
she made me catch upon fire as the sun
catches fire in lonely Heavens.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
i might Save you if you allow
as i am the Poet and shall not leave
but will write____in all intensity
i may sprout wings to swoop your Soul
but forget the body | why in these wild nights
do i love you?
In Eden and Atlantis
the Wind does not require
air ~ but she weeps still stolen gardens with bright
bee hums ~~ wherefore i shut the sound while
it dragged like a drunk drum and my reasons
never contained –but of Talk–
myself of some strange race
or being i dropped down and down
then as a King witnessed, upon your lips
, quivering as a living thing our lips
met.
The world turned upon a time
her eyes fluttering as butterflies
to entertain champagne.
:: 02.14.2023 ::
While i ran i thought of it all
what we are and how we do
then my feelings sprang forth
as seeds in seasons
My nature fertilized the
Air and my tender love/my
heart beat\ is my heartbeat
many centuries ago ~~do stop
, please. Listen, love is
beautiful but dangerous.
Is where
Poetry
and Music
are birth from!
Move your womb!
away.
come to me pure Soul.
the lover of ALL
:: 02.13.2023 ::
my Skin BeGAN trembling
hearing bifurcated songs
from angels ~~ my skin
makes me cry Within a
beautiful world but here
i am (not a winner)
i ask: do i belong here?
I love control.
with a perfect laugh.
To notice that I am not
around just so special
you cannot see me?
Notice. I am not around
but everywhere special.
:: 02.12.2023 ::
INSIDE humanities hands
concepts such as numbers
and words constructed from
consciousness should never
be had! It will be the
fall of us all (who have
already fallen so far).
Now in future time
both numbers and words
become weapons
to destroy My Design
oh starry night, what should
be done? That does not
erase the beauty of stars
above?
All Abstract
pieces of thoughts
and of heart!
is Eternal Shining
be.. . <FLASH>
:: 02.10.2023 ::
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