AND that god —
who wanderously walks;
that we find ourselves within
times of grown as lemon-tree
–your light, large breasts you
bore,
there is an answer: to be —
parted/to let it be — always
an answer
so let it all be
our Minds and Faith course like
a wild sea —
that God —
a human word in meager attempt
to describe the greatest Indescribable!
:: 07.05.2020 ::
TWO legs two arms
a tongue and a voice
two eyes looking
inside my Skin
(makes me cry)
& when winds are strong
at times there breaks
through branches so bare
the breath of a floating
feather — her beautiful
world birth’d of Spring
About this poet-heart
a splendorous rare jewel
turning symbols into
mortal thing.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
FORGIVE me that i know:
yes is a pleasant country —
while floating within a deep
blue sea ; who is your master?
THE voices sit me before a
grand window opened wide
to smell summer heat and
burning petals are a jumble of
flowers bathed in blue air and
fire. Every living thing is
heavy-breathing and bewitched
and terrible; the World consumes
and rebirths beauty in her blossoms
of rose-rich honey.
:: 07.05.2020 ::
In this past I remember crickets &
flies indiscriminately conflating
phylum and Genus. Whether my flesh
within Babylon or Bayonne–
tonight is the toast of this Night:
Herr Ludwig Van Beethoven
his anger and brilliance could bore
kind hearts but his sugar notes and
finesse of the keyboard was charity
and progress — so sick am i within
all these strange looks […]
we saw and heard and were all these
sick happy heaps of children on the brink
of pleasant discovery.
:: 07.04.2020 ::
THE bed a crime scene of sorts
a passion spilled in sweat
willingly i go – to my death
he comes to me in the night
a sword sharpened by lust
and thrusts it into my soul
mother, i’m ready to come home
but the line between pain & pleasure
is small compared to the pleasant death
the coroner will say an untimely passing
but my murderous lover knew the timing
each plunge of his knife ever deeper
— // —
PAIN as love
thick & forgetting
thinner to remember
that when hate blows
the winds burn each other
— kiss the angel’s baby
lips as pleasure and pain
are one of each as one
hidden That when i speak
i use your beautiful
words since you are within
my aching heart of nothings
.
:: 07.04.2020 ::
EVil is a heart racing
leaving shadows behind
In this daylight everything
is lit with a target —
so you try so h ard
to hide.
Evil is hard breathing
& wishing to hide: no rock
or coverage can hide you:
— wishing to survive
then evil finds you
– the rest is humanity.
everyone just everyone!
wants to taste you and Devour
you!
:: 07.04.2020 ::
TOO BLEACH the night
every day / a mind
spinning around
SOME days are rivers
loaded with white-capped
questions/she does it again
\to die forever within her
arms — always to be true/
Growing up and
growing down so a little
thing tearing at my friends
–the littlethings that kill
;; cupboard empty as we starve
who you are : always knew
: growing up and coming down
so too bleached this night
tearing at my brain /every\
never spinning around
are these little things
that kill.
IF love is the every god
then my lungs scream
pink tiny daisies quietly
man, may his mighty brightness
sing a sea of never-met shores
the grey waves for love beginning
seas who lullaby unbiblical noose
kills so deep & stronger
than a lonely home comes young
— a priceless gift: the only
any illimitable star!
:: 07.03.2020 ::
i should be a worm
deep inside the green
whatever should i (else)be
cause there’s nothing else
to say — so i write;
some (so many) say i have
no right – no apologies
Within the Sun i Walk
like creme sherbet
so nasty no assault
(glam and wrong — freezer
burned/ i am blamed_) within
the sun – oh Mary! to walk
upon the Waters of our Thoughts
all alone all lonely all
a lone we go we go we go wego
— what else should i be?
nothing but the Sun
within this Sun Mary! Oh Mary!
i wish i was so easily
confused; so that i could grab
all the shame (infamous choking
upon the ashes of my sun)
oh the sun! Mary!
oh Mary.
:: 07.03.2020 ::
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