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TODAY is the day
I died after the clouds broke
their water and still-birthed
the evening.
I am standing outside
by the edge of a mysterious
forest and the wolves are
sniffing the air but cannot
find me.
I am a ghost. And my house
is the tomb I was born within
but no longer contains me.
There is an empty space
within my heart’s shape
that no artist can draw:
all words too broken
for any poet to express
my emotions.
I was birthed on the day
the beautiful angels were
sick and have now died
as God is sick and the world
a breath away from me.
::: 10-23-2018 ::
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IF it all ends with you I shall extend my hand
and pinch time into two butterflies.
Do you see the orchestral skies? It is teaching
the stars a new dance for the world’s coming
funeral and the eyes of mystery are now weeping
for the blue-white jewel. The Sun knows and she
is aching. and every bird. Sings one less song
each day.
The phenomenal gift called death.
:: 10-06-2018
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THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink’s sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one’s life can be as real as one’s imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
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i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness
and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night
i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there’d be no mercy for what
was brewing
One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty
And i’ll tell you
over lunch tonight
I’ll show you love
I’ll show you ruin
I’ll show you heartache
in all that’s brewing
within me this night //
:: 05-30-2018 ::
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I have not a mouth nor a brain
and not a body for conveyance
but a thought is mine.
I know many have wondered;
death, death, death —
to what end is finality?
No ending but always as always
beginnings; mostly bright
colors and rushing sounds by.
Not a dream nor a waking moment;
but the in-between compromise
and serenity we go by that way.
The actor releases one costume
then decides upon another persona
and learns lines for the stage.
AND wishing the curtain falls
upon roses and much-desired
applause.
:: 10-01-2017 ::
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LACRIME DI DOLORE
(Tears of Sorrow)
oh! How sweet is Death
MY! how love burns in Life
that much more in Death
oh! How sorrow becomes concrete
MY! how sparrows Sing in Spring
that is how you are dear
Always will be for me!
:: 02-10-2017 ::
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GIVE me peace give me
it again forgive me
(beautiful) who I hate again
love me kiss my mouth
feel my anguish again
hate me hate me again
tell me i’m the only one
And i don’t want to be with you
never loved your truth
so kill me and relieve me
oh if you’re my friend
rape me again and give me
the freedom of life again
Taste me and see i’m an angel
Oh god give me a single word
oh god give me a sharp sword
to cut the throat of this one
who rapes me again and again
:: 11062015 ::
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Summer gone my lips pursed
and crossed hands
across a death so wonderful
i can hear love ones cry
looking at what was me
and i say i am so whole!
I am so much more
than what my flesh could
ever say………….
grandparents crying
will hurt you so
proclaiming how you were
too young to go away
AND IF I SAID WHAT I LOVE
IN MY PROSE i say goodnight
BUT EVERYONE NEVER SEES
love in words….so i refuse
to feel ignorance OOOH!
tossing and turning for ever-
y…one I’m so tired so
blame the skies of LIFE AND
SAY I NEVER SAID, ‘GOODBYE
AND SO LONG’
and tears are gray but not
if i could touch your heart
a brilliant bursting kiss
of my lovely heart!
:: 09192015 ::
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i fastened a silver latch onto my decorated casket
gently taking the last flower-scented breath
Resting my fear within my wicker head-basket
Baby dreams– won’t just yet
say forget my baby breath
My heart, with trembling care swings open the
awful door to hell, oh! It’s all within my head
all within my ears, this flower-scented breath
A soul so like a shopping basket buying things to
fill a void of ‘forever’ so gently moving finger
off a six foot deep hotel
i dug myself out like a thief
i run toward the turned backs
of all those i loved
…the heart without a soul
the mark of rough life
with a silver latch held
in my hand and a terrible tempest
mashing all the air!
:: 09-13-2015 ::
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Thdawkch thdawkch Thdawkch
T-H-A-D-U-M-P T-H-A-D-U-M-P
machine weapon of war
machine human-heart
marching across the world
boots with feet dancing famine
and all the politicians cry
watching their votes dying
a twenty-first century horror
:: 09-01-2015 ::
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