today is the day it will rain frogs and dogs and cats. The rest of the world’s creatures are queued for the thunderstorms for next week. Nature works that way; direct paths, no shortcuts and makes her point. \\Umbrellas are used
for both rain and sunshine but boots can never walk life’s path without
getting scratched and worn.
The Hand of God is gently slapping me today
and young and old women wink at the tears
i am producing from laughter___.
:: 02.09.2020 ::
|| send me to oblivion where the soul never begs — ‘sometimes’ is always
winning over ‘always’ even though (mostly) things of great concern are
never present / living on the outside but dying on the inside \ i climb
upon my silver cord and find a place to hide ||
seasons are nature’s Living Kaleidoscope
the colors absorb the shadows
:: 02.04.2020 ::
i have eaten the Face of God whose thick body created the mega verse. The fly upon the dank wall accuses me of creating sin; but only dark matter is to blame.
It hides within the jewels of Creation.
My libido murdered untold numbers of unborn sperm and ovulating women conspire to hide this truth deep within their vulva. We are all murderers eating the
flesh of fallen innocent creatures that cannot speak on behalf of their defense. Even a plant has a voice if we only carefully listen.
The world of humans is an asylum of demented souls.
Do not visit us.
:: 04.02.2019 ::
the heart beats for Life
and sometimes Life dies
while the heart remains
beating / all my friends
are fly and my enemies
earwigs \ i spoke in third
person to the second person
who said the first person
died from gossip. two lips
tripping through the tulips
times time tells the truth!
:: 02.07.2020 ::
HERE is a silent moment
bathed in calmness
and unfettered within
Light and Comfort!
i do not ask of its
origin and do thank
its presence, Life;
so like a solitary
flower growing from
within the cracks
of the world’s side-
walks.
:: 02.08.2020 ::
&, my Love do not save my seat
i’ve planned it since my love
has decayed
The Great Escape
your face was a portrait of
poisoned beauty
AMPERSAND
the rejected regrets!
&
:: 12.22.2019 ::
i have r e a ch e d beyond the earliest and now dying starts
over hypnotized whispered secrets within an ear and f i n d ing
mySELF lonely on this planet.
Escaped and hanging within my Darkest Dreams — away from all
social scenes /i saw a butterfly soar away just today; upon
its back carried all my lighest Dreams/tomorrow morning
i will save my life again so save my strength i scatter hope
across these azure skies with hope and love.
:: 02.08.2020 ::
i return to the wild horses within my head. And to breath crysanthemum skies while i openly weep holds no fanfare for fire. Fire can be emotionally cold as it consumes the Art within my blood. The veins of my Soul are yellow-green in color but my tongue is more.
And heart is a strong bastard
that kills me every evening as the Sun returns to tomorrow over There. Couples are beautiful as they harp upon each other’s insecurities.
Lone wolves howl in pleasure and mostly disregard the silver-white light bulb in the sleeping sky.
12.07.20
SOME. thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
joy: …my privately confessed
delusions —->. God please return
my m I n d \. THESE pesterous
Cherubs sending L oVE
air mailed /I delightfully collect
their stamps for the golden saliva
by cherubic artist can visit me
post return of my comatic brain.
unraveling|~|
08052019
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