The sun rises as hope,
the wind is singing,
the small birds twitter,
the soul is all bitter,
my mouth is closed.
every animal weeps
within its cage
their heads never raising.
as a hole feeds deep within
our hearts — but if everything
around you is not quite as it seems
are we all we wish to be?
like an army defeated and so afraid
to see.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
MY confession : what be it may
stately said I do adore
hedonistic lore and my passion
borders beyond the day of light
into a fray some may fright
But at the end of any day
a brilliant sun and nymph of light
rules out all it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket — makes me sad
called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\
:: 03.11.2020 ::
I.
ROMANCE begins
with a supernovae
as two
hearts decrease space between
walls and fears; the ice-floe
of painful life melts,
once powerful thoughts and
convictions now powerless,
against a force of Nature
If Lust then a brilliant lit
moment; if by divine guidance
True Love as eternal.
II.
Ages and Time perhaps roll by,
the music plays upon hours
and thoughts — ivory keys;
fear-burning minors of
weeping fossil time
four walls closing within me
The loneliness of a fractured
soul and it’s heart’s broken
shattered pieces bleeding
blurring terms of surrender
;the etiquette of death:
none shall bury raw feelings into the ground
III.
All industries of silence
rituals and formalities
they burn deeply
they weep tears
life as muteness
rigorously executed
the form of History
a blueprint of Life.
IV.
my Hand deeply within the bowel
of my gaping Mouth! Offensive to me!
an ode in grief and anger
now mired within surrealism — abstract!
a hole dug deeper and larger than Mind
a Mind deeper and larger than holes!
i scream with my illegitimate voice
raped, pillaged, torn, and sworn
by lovers, brothers, father and mother
my soul’s water broken — still born
you cannot answer useless questions.
:: 04-11-2019 ::
I couild allow the night
to smother me
but what’ll I do
in the morning?
(you’ll see)
But I’ll keep the flower
within me
the flower
within me
Now and then it’s a struggle
to see, now now
Now I sometimes
just don’t know
then I’ll see a morning’s
sunrise so brilliant
and see
and away
all the pain
so I keep caring for
caring for the flower within me
It’s what I do but it may be wrong
whether rain or sunshine
it’s all nuturing
like all of life ~
So I keep the flower,
I keep the flowers
alive inside of me
all inside of me
:: 06-23-2018 ::
Theoretical physics! Where the mind
meets itself in abstract
Lines of divergent thoughts:
The noodle of the universe!
EXPLOSION OF CREATIVITY
BOOM!
ASWHERE most humanity is far away
From the LIGHT
THE MIND’S shadow is dim
But not them: Einstein,
Bohr, Kaku, Hawking, and Guth!
Closer —
The shadow more defined!
A five-digit hand touching
the wall of the bone
of cave where all sight is
seen but not them.
THE EXPLORATION OF OUTER SPACE
through INNER SPACE!
And they appeal to the masses!
Zeal, entertainment, and
Breaking down the fundamentals
so we can all understand!
:: 01-04-2018 ::
Hi Lola I’m Phillip and I read your profile and find you very
interesting. I like your sense of inner strength and also a
sharp conviction too. Formidable skill sets! I’m highly
educated too and will be starting my PhD early next year.
But, I’m not just a ‘nerd’ but also a poet and musician of
sorts. And painter. If interested, please SMASH THE ‘LIKE’
BUTTON AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STATEMENT
oH, i wrote you a small poem while writing my quick message!
// AMAZING POETRY ! ! ! \\
THAT’S SA’ DAY
I remember when we met
was a day i fell off
the highest c l O U D!
So come with me
toward a memory
when we First Met
Well sweet dear
come with me
my soulmate to Mars
Where my Time stopped
and so did yours
A time so Wonderful ~
if you come to see
with me Love
An Ocean of Gold,
Blue and Jasmine
so i tell you:
“Oh, that’s sa’ day
and i love you!
Some day it’ll be ok
:: 11-29-2016 ::
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