Category Archives: #artists

I ASKED THE VAST UNKNOWN

i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.

Is what this is more:

More, so much more!

:: 05.13.2020 ::


BRAIN TRAFFIC

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 ::


TRYING TO PULL JESUS FROM HIS CROSS

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 ::


CARTOGRAPHY OF LOVE

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 ::


The Flowers Inside of Me

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 ::


THEATRICAL PHYSICISTS

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 ::


///i’m a Lost Freaked-Out Mars-Day Man\\\

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 ::

///END TRANSMISSION\\


My Sweetest Friend

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RELIGIOUS INDOCTRINATION

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I love loneliness

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