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DAD REALLY SUCKS
DAD REALLY SUCKS
THEN the sky was torn by a heart
made of rock — the weather everywhere
became sour like a bad date /i grabbed
my heart and art and fled \ like
the violent skies OF AN ASTEROID
if we kiss violence then i am the one
with no soul : i am for-
ever the fallen between a cosmic crack
of angels rebelling against the creator
of awesome might. NO REGRET. No memory
after you and me die. if he wants.
sometimes eternity needs to pause
for everything dad wants/they want\never
wanted everything we have…
and i am so happy the skies are so
violent because violence begets violence
and i am pissed against God! Love is
forever? Read the last page of post-mortem
survival.
We get what we want.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
ZERO POINT LOVE
WASHED my hair
cleansed my spirit
i last smoked days ago
last drank a few
minutes ago // laid
feet of brick between
you and me \\
and THUNDER/LIGHTNING\
shaking ground — it was
cold in the middle ring of
time and the frown from
other-worldly corporate
entities: and I KNEW there
was not a letter from YOU:::||||
while i was building our house
and i felt you’ve been confused
_fauna\beetles and dragon flies
so fight fight fight — remove
them! Like when you told me
as you kissed me. I kissed the
rippling distortion of time-space
you are. God give me
strength. I bite.
:: 08.06.2020 ::
FLESH MACHINE
the armies of nations move forward
the women with their babies —
fear.
The Light of my last night from
a window with my wife blinks out
like an eye within the night:
i am everything and nothing
to shave a last time
while she sleeps requires
no more tears — no more fears.
i feel the heat of a sun
down the road; orders and marching
boots into the womb of death so
i say the light of my last night
with silent screams and no more tears
. None.
:: 08.04.2020 ::
Entry 4 August 2020
THE world has caught my voice … squeezed —
my soul compressed against my soul, i feel as
though i cannot live, the anger rises to my
throat and tears at my thoughts —
my heart has already burst sky-high and
some thought it was a double sun within the skies
as the spreading clouds of falling stars flew
out!
a swarm of UFOs flew out!
and blue jays and moths … and
boisterous loving spirits too.
this elaborate dream is a reflection
of what we wish to not be — crossing crossings
against the fires we recognize no one?
:: 08.04.2020 ::
DISPENSATION dis·pen·sa·tion
the HAIR upon my head tells me
i am human – my fingers
scream generations while i feel
my hair. I am ALPHA AND OMEGA.
NOTHING ELSE.
gOD LIVES within my skin. &
humanity. We EAT dirt
and dust and wishes. The
world is our sphere of Love.
and nothing more.
Just love.
and STRENGTH
. Nothing will destroy it.
Nothing.
:: 08.03.2020 ::
SEE BELOW
PSYCHOLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL
to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker ideologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?
:: 08.03.2020 ::
to be born fragile
is human from a woman with a star
within her WOMB: a dream / she wields
life & love i begin with a small
insignificant life; quiet clear. oh.
Yes. Me. Oh. so small. i ATE the
minds of lesser ones. weaker idologies
Used examples of foolish
things… me. I killed when needed.
the lesser souls that hated me.
I dredge their bodies from the swamps
of my soul; and burning eyes i closed
my eyes/as i count the body count.
so my dreams are ancient and Aztec
beliefs keep me moving. so human.
is this an ignorant than to do?
:: 08.03.2020 ::
THE WHORISH POET
What is GREAT CREATION?
painting or love?
writing or drawing?
the bleeding organ of
an artist knows.
it kills before he
is done. plastioning feelings
morbid thoughts i found myself
inside a tangle of trees
: and worried scholars are hairy
loved brutal: epitome and swum
across the seas. I screamed as
a virgin!
ANCIENT HEADDRESS
(a very long time ago. i praised bewtween
two great poets)
from a hill i caught the last verses
of Will Shapespeare
— a paintful story from a sistering vale,
so silky moment with no end this double voiced
accorded, and lay my head within the biggest bosom
of any woman: a sad-tuned tale; my perfection
is a twisted selection that tangles souls; above
her head barbettes and torques of misty streets
so ancient from then to now: a favour of plaits worn
on each side of the face.
beauty and love are not aligned.
it moves with seasons of eonic time.
:: 08..02.2020 ::
ESCAPING A VIOLENT SKY
escaping from a world full
of images and a tiny screen
full of memories
i died not reaching 10k
rage rage said the light
but my shadows grew
i forget what they want
i forget the stone of my birth
you held it ; go
i’ve had better days
with myself and pink skin
;imagine the danger imagine
forever –> they get what
they want they get what they
need but never again.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
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