first the sun then the planets
then the Earth and of course
the dead dinosaurs we forget
to remember:
i remember when i met you
millions of years ago when our
substance reached Earth; its
within the memory of all DNA
\shhh….secret!/ i love to
titillate powers of AGGRESSION–
it is my Nature.
:: 07.31.2020 >:
i am the blade never made
oh please give me
thunderous eyes
give us love
and surprise
— please
give us
more than
god could ever
from your mouth
are butterflies
spring and energy
of yellow & whites
oh yea oh yes.
butterfly.
i follow you & love
all your shapes &
colors. i do.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
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i found two feet walking along a shoreline called Mississippi River and there was not a breeze or sound: the world was frozen. Blue ice.
So i began my journey there.
found colors, notes and feelings,
a catfish caught on a line; i saw
the water and skies moving gently
across my soul; this i did and i
had no feelings — it was spectacular
to view. Caught out of time and wonder
-ing what love could ever be as this.
i am not wishing. I am not granting.
I am not human. I am not anything you
can comprehend. I am alone.
Alone.
No audience needed. I write for myself.
:: 07.27.2020 ::
it was 1493 when i, the little boy, ventured across
the hills toward Anchiano.
there i was found being thirsty and asked an old
man for water. He was Leonardo da vinci — he
said. My father taught me how to fight: my mother,
how to be gracious for a kind gesture.
i had never met a soul as him and he showed me
a painting and some notes. Asked if I was schooled.
No. Just in life to survive i replied.
Thanking him i left behind a remarkable
soul.
:: 07.25.2020 ::
i ONCE stood taller than
LOVE : which smacked me down
to the lonely being i am.
Old and wasted i continued:
until my last breath not hearing
anything but my own dying heart
beat.
:: 07..24.2020 ::
………………..thunder………………….magic………………..lightning………………..
…………..opened gaPING MOUths of small wonders ||||||
hiding and running /death ensues\ painting and scribbling prose……………..
are the little thoughts of BEING .:} MEAN IS THIS HEART IF FUCKED WITH….(disclaimer)
I saw a light within the crack of the SKY
staring into my Soul within the blink of an EYE
THE hat man within the dark will bring h is check
(never talk with strangers) s TRANGER daNGER
no more tears 0–> EATING TOXIC GAS …
the mouth goes on to say : IT BEGINS
no singular eye can watch my (screaming) MOVES:
NO MORE TEARS
NO MORE TEARS NO MORE TEARS
:: 07.24.2020 ::
I
INTO briefness so ARGUNENT
I HELD onto the rope of Life;
strenuous briefness was i
diverging & opposite view:
then the universe grew.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
WITHIN all this time
within my frail skin
my mighty heart still lies
she made a warm soup
while i wandered as a lonely
cloud that floats outside
a window while at night (dreaming):
A host of tellings —
a sickle of amazing sun-honey
lit hearts — beside the lake,
beneath trees, we thrived &
danced within the immortal winds.
:: 07.24.2020 ::
and today I slay death — it was my way
knife & heart-blade-life
what light revealed
strength or frail: truth for a man
and the council those pompous twelve
non-human but eager to learn things
and Earth is a grand battlefield! petal rose
red soil and bitter torn in dream & fear dear
lackey heart weak near the hand grab my heart
hero save what shadow old man or bag lady
do not stare this way for all had is given
move along tomorrow today the gift is given
softly we praise Him who always gives more
those flowers in fields
:: 03-12-2014 ::
my mud are my smiles
so she asked me
are you lik,e Libra
eating my Soul
from within your
magnet Heart: i
thought and then wrote
precis of illusionary
words and unforgiveable
advice that taxed me:
crystal spine; it’s every
thought of your mind:
everything eating orchids
and placenta-angel breath
i barreled down so i could
confess back! Hey!
every thought
goes through your priceless
mind.
:: 07.22.2020 ::
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