The immortal soul
could be a thing
upon the world
unsheathed by skin
but then again,
upon its exit
it would find
such things as bruises
and cuts and bites.
Best to keep
the soul encased
in human flesh
while it visits
this monstrous place.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
IF it hurts count me in
ever since i am
is every sense of
lovely pain
So far from you
i ran from me
to find us
— tonight,
what is the worst
to happen? I’ve taken
every maladjusted star
away and reticulated
time and space for you
so will you be the
savior of the beaten
and those damned by
their demons and non-
believers?
:: 12.08.2022 ::
INSIDE your eye within your head
outside Mind do you like
ice cream? She said,
“i had my head
upon the ground
and my feet in air.”
i WAS sitting
upon a barrel
spong (Xestospongia muta)
then i laughed to myself
it collapsed.
i KNOW how rich your Mind
is fancy/internal dialogue “i
think shes smart and developed
in a fancy mind i love |is she
wide is she promised to the night
or maybe she’s white as the moon
like a head with no room? Reflections,
you’re mouth EVERYWHERE inside my
whispered breath ~~ or the Sun
and Stars? Is she weird, please be
very weird and have head room.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
BLUE bullet day. Sweltering heat pavement burning precipice
a Mile Wide | Sweat stain in my Heart every moment a wild ride
~ within this human zoo i wish i could rest more easily | you throw
love upon fiery moments and i’ll never stop loving loving you~~
to never know is not something you leave behind
my Mind an orchestra that’ll never stop loving you
what would God prescribe? Something that takes me higher
than I’ve ever been within this symphony of lovely feelings ~
to wish for promises delivered.
:: 12.04.2022 ::
WITHIN a dream one dreamed or was the dreamer awake?
Dreamed the dreamer:
” In the Beginning God made
the Land then he made water
and creatures /some with hate\
like something life knows____
So upon a fine morning, in a
land of decent souls, one gorgeous
man and beautiful woman revealed
the Greatest of All Mysteries!
Then God erased
the memory of why and what.
Leaving only pain.
Like strict parents.
:: 12.03.2022 ::
WHEN i rise up early
in the morning
i awaken my mind
& try to lift my head_
While in the middle of a dream
a voice whispers, ‘stay in bed’
but my heart tells me, ‘i’m always
sleeping’
i see Jerboa sprinting
Walls of Jericho falling
over loyal dominion
Springs falling upward
into the eye of our sun
WHEN i sleep every night
all things come alive
in their perfection
It was only in a blissful thought,
it was only in an argument making headlines
when the ghost called famished and grew lean
and would not make a sound ~~~ is the Mind.
:: 12.02.2022 ::
SUCH graceful beauty my love! That even rain falls back
unto that tearful sky and pulls both heart and sun
from behind sullen clouds of life!
There are no words I confess which explains this longing;
it draws upon the oceans, my love more vastly devouring feelings
that whales swim within my longing and desire to be with you my lover!
But have i yet to kiss you and allow bravery and inner strength
be enough to provide until our first embrace!
I love how you touch my heart even though I have yet to met you!
:: 04-06-2014 ::
Rev: 03-29-2018
Walk with me my love
and speak to me
in our language
discovered by chance
a hidden Kingdom
with keys that hearts
keep within a secret.
:: 04-06-2014 ::
AND when i speak it is where love is
in a faint hush breath upon a rosy cheek
and also deeply within the chamber of my heart’s
pallor that succeeds it.
AND there — I do know love’s language which is
that hungry heart within the eyes that resembles life!
And within my quivering skin I see love touch my hands
a thrilling trembling vision!
Love nests itself within the wild woods of human
minds || the glance of lightning deep soulful stillness
until the keen delight of a convulsive rapture kiss is
WHERE LOVE SPEAKS
Fear do not lock me up inside
allow my Spirit to roam Life
Resonating by gardens green
your voice chasing me
captivating energy of living
if i am dreaming i am losing
all of my precious sanity
losing my sight
losing my mind
like losing time
like a nail remains faithful
to its first board
a framed picture does time
inside our curious minds
Fear do not embrace my head
at least not while i close
my eyes /like when a face
hides its feelings–like
deep within our skin
:: 12.02.2022 ::
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