the shadows, yes the shadows
have rebelled!
what of the world?
is it these things almost
human-like they mean?
where vacant words are
their stare?
i cut myself upon their thread
unholy cosmic beings —
i’m snared, nearly there!
— death!
the corners of my eyes
neatly tucked within “aware”
the shadows, yes! the shadows
have rebelled!
while the veil of “unaware”
reveal the angry souls
i hid within the forest tree
and begged the light — take me there!
:: 11-10-2014 ::
LIKE life anyone like
my love — so fascinated
by love, I gave so
many tears, like my
forgiving heart.
I died between love
and all the smiles
simply, i say
you’re not the one
== my uninvited
I cried like rivers,
his meaningful purpose
flowing blood from me
by rocks of my River,
i bruise so easily.
And you, you’re alone
and my ghostDream now
drowns in my puddleTears
so deeply is anguish
a skirt burning like sun
and my heart-soul too.
But you, my wishful one
are so uninvited by me
and now like life, anyone
like my love — so fascinated
I walk into woods forgotten.
And you like expansive hope
makes me die when i’m alone.
i have no route inside my heart
instead experience tells me
you’re not invited but ghost
:: 11-05-2014 ::
My cosmic forgotten-LY
Ocean spoking
it’s you so ooh
just you bell rANg
ahh ooh soo new
just let me kiss
the ‘you’ I know
I die brought meBack
stars so falling upon
inside bareback tonight
I tucked my tongue and insides
knew the emptiness-death
So cold suck so thumb
— you knew. It’s a starside
my brilliant DiamondEyes
She knew, so sad a saying
myFlew dispersing universe
many so many worlds
and my megaVerse too
All inside you
that I knew
:: 11-04-2014 ::
I once took a ‘failure’
within my heart
and gave it love
did you see it?
It grew a rainbow
that spanned life
And I said to it
‘Life my dear,
is the taste,
like bitter death’
The summer knows
that it always falls
and then soon,
into a cold wintry truth
Such is the life of living!
:: 11-02-2024 ::
Don’t let the light shine upon me–
I am the need, usurping life.
I am the ghost of need.
And you, so nice in all your life,
took me inside and gave to me
a reason to live– I threw it all away:
don’t let the light shine upon me —
I am the need, usurping life.
I’m the ghost of need.
I am the city inside of you.
People living, walking, sleeping,
loving, and dying.
And the justice, jury, and the one
who wears a black hood:
throwing the switch watching you
dying wishing you
never had — never let
the light shine upon me
I am the need of the dark light
:: 10-25-2014 ::
barrel the hatch sea surf deaths!
i feel the wrath of mother nature
sliding bidding the death cold water
kraken smile toothed grin death
aaaah! the waves! Ahhh go away!
Mother tending to her children
alone but safe on sturdy land
her man against the seas
fourteen flowers save me
one for each month at sea!
Aaaah! Wave! Go away! Go Away!
The sails like blue birth death
bellow-winded nature curses
bitch in heat wanting death
i want land but cannot quit
the crow nest my temple death
Salty-bearded men praying
go away!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
when my heart
blows like
the cold wind
i’m done —
the begging
digs deep
so i ask
‘my girl,
who do you
love’
[in the deep
the deep dream
i love my dream]
your hands,
so cold girl
who did you touch?
[i touched my love
the man i love
six feet deep]
my girl, my girl
don’t lie to me
love likes warmth
and death so cold
[my dear, true love
never dies
but breathes warmth
and melts death too]
in death so true
love never parts
:: 10-11-2014 ::
She, deep star as though
silence listened — far, afar…
bassLevel destruction slick
which we cannot see stand
the million-year labor like
indolent dreams…
and Majesty’s slick-finger
trigger-killing tragedy
kissing the golden tongue
of the smooth voice-fantasy
Opened doors a path-easy
for corner-cutting fools
what mama said, “Dirty-money
only buys the lies…”
and a broken heart,
We choose our ways
and die fulfilled
keeping lies next
to our soul — just another way
yeah, another way we choose to die
:: 10-09-2014 ::
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
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