i am against the Night
& i am against the owl —
in with then i see a beak
holding a mouse! it is not family
nor within my head that i am against
but the largest of all WALLS that
i hold up against this t e r r o r
; it is a crime against mistakes
against the silence of any longer
night; orbicular science.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
how now is as five finger-Libran
male(darling).a particular Soul
lost weight confessing all his
Sins__now alive than anyWorld
would or could understand.
a miracle angelHair cut must
come before the noose of darkness
and now this shining priceless
advice)no single Leafless heart
can be contained(i kissed the like-
ness of your forevering snowTouched
Heart Pit trap.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
my nerves are bullet holes, and swollen veins that have eyes
start to lick my tears and blood. Sirens, jet planes, bad blood,
unhappy fragmented culprits shall angrily testify we are the
extinguished divine spark of sorrowful symphonies — and downtown
ghosts are flinging their feet /and wishing within symphonies\
there i go../hiding my ancient face beneath six churches
my fEAR then died as a bouncing stone of untold heights it flew
then this woman said: what did you do to Life? my heart is
bleeding dreams — she said. To me: from me: i asked, ”
you who do not despise me is a friendly soul.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
INSANE___
i can dance now
watch my dance:
between
00000000’s & t h o s e
11111111’s
—-i can flip over
superpositions & hear my
girlfriends moan & some-
times Scream___.
i am human
i am machine
i am biologically
sane #
:: 06.30.2020 ::
contumacies//
some nameless Persian Genius in a copper crown
and as the swallowed planks within their abysses;
to turn pale with shame
and, yet, with eyes very open, to pretend to see
angelic waves of Ocean’s life oh ! how sweet it is to
snatch abruptly from one’s insane mind a perfect day so
on weekenders it’s such fun that if we die our appearance
of everyone’s miseries —meanwhile, we drink the blood
of enemies by licking their wounds.
::/6\30\2020/::
N0W I KNOW
i (s-o) have many dreams
but i don’t have
any plans
& schemes _so i don’t
have hidden anything
mocking misery!
oh iiiiiiiiiiiii
don’t have mystery
SINCE i don’t have
you — youohyou
you_________eating
cr5ying walking across
A’merica trying to find
precipice–> wild ridE!
my Mind is star wars
mind wars sweat -describe
sacred–RIDE: i am higher
than i’ve every BEEN _**&
now i know how i used
wish within symphonies.
:: .06302020 ::
p INK baby hush — kiss e s t l y
me..love me s e l f’ish ly
oh lips achingly touching
bruised skies (rolling within
coolish t a l l e s t green grasses__
MY knees above’er this man
called Poet and Lover
:: 06.30.2020 ::
AND your strawberry eyes
with a sweet liquor!
a ,”NOBODY’s” Spirit sang
\ my own heart!
(i need) A Sweet sender brought
a wind of over-under Wonder!
(calling un)in(to despair)
fat lady sing!how
i love a mostly Large-almond-Love woman
each famous heart finding love must
end in each of everything____ (so many years
pass since I first wrote my last note)
around a wounded mind
of little fingers! A n d love is no wrong
with(a lot of you and me the faith of spirit)
c o n f i r m e d in heaven’s
solid congress! –> the message with a castes
blue bottle unto the gaping mouth of hungry
Ocean!
:: 03-12-2015 ::
:Rev 06.23.2020 ::
THE quietness of a wingless eternal flight
(a lover’s heart) sings in the wind
as a flag of no Nation on Earth.
The voices of this Poet’s head struggling with
the echoes and nostalgic words from an awoken
emotion /so my eyes have opened to see
a flock of sing-song birds fleeing to migrate
within my tired lonely Soul.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
HOPING is a giant hammer, terrifying, and insane
at tender times, while the heart hides away;
crying like laughter releases compressed
emotions — this is no wrong or right but a golden
trumpet, teeth shattering upon each note played___
the paunch of my feelings gilded wainscoting.
Wonder ing if Heaven has graveyards — the hope
of dying twice/once in hell upon Earth the other
one inch inside the pearled gates.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
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