Category Archives: #god

A Gentle Slap

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 ::


MOTHER MARY CRYING

PLEASE sir, take away my eyes
you see the sky’s all wrong
spinning around (whatever i do)
it’s her, Mother Mary crying
upon her knees screaming;

i did it all wrong
and what i’ve done
cannot be undone

whatever i do
whatever i do
whatever i do

it’s all wrong
but all so true

Touched the skin
of a celestial being
just a little thing
changed me
changed the world
begging you take my heart
you see all that the world feels

i feel
i feel
i feel

the sky spinning all around
no matter what i do

:: 01-23-2019 ::


AN APPLE FEEL FROM THE TREE (not too far)

CLEARLY is mistaken
vision
and vision clearly
mistaken

M
y
de
epest
thoughts are
how He
abused
His children
and now WE are
a burden.
BYSGODANDHISFIRE
ARE we now
within His mansion?
it has many
rooms.
:: 10182015 ::


THE BURNING CORD

Yes a long burning cord
is pacing over the plain
-ly bared necks and we may
have everything we wish but
still hearts bleeding and
embracing vulgar
materialistic laughter
but if i should say
goodmorning and say to you
thankyousoverykindly
your throat is a world
and the oceans words
and your touch is God

:: 10182015 ::


GOD AND A GAY BARBER IN MY BACKSEAT

GOD AND A GAY BARBER IN MY BACKSEAT

i hate how i smell so animal
and how my heart feels
so much like god in a salon
talking about how HIS candles smell
‘i found god’ says the queer lonely
shaved head — snicker bars
wine and sticks burning yeah
party oh yeah — in his head
purple happy skies hanging horizon
speak to my thumb striking butane
lighter roaring down I-35 and i
saw god in the rear view mirror
screaming: i’m so lonely (and
queer lonely shaved head said,’i’m
so horny for redemption come to me’
)
and God found Love inside a car
yeah, yeah, yeah YEAH!
i’m so crazy so shave my head
i’m not sad too insane and maybe
sane but i’m horny
FIND ME GOD i want a friend
FIND ME GOD i want love too!
like my friend in the backseat
making cosmic love with his
best friend || i love him
i love HIM I miss you Miss HIM
and I’m never coming back
And my barber is so happy
that he met his Lover and God
blessed his heart yeah yea yeah

:: 09-02-2015 ::


THE IMAGINARY DREAMLIKE LEAPING

The imaginary DREAM-like leaping
page from page of static moments
i bit the felt-tip pen of god’s
creative hand and the golden
drops of his timeFlesh bled
into my EyeChasm pools
Consciousness is WingBird
without feathers beating
eternity into a meal
that mortalBEING mouths
devour

:: 01-11-2015 ::


THE TIP OF MY FINGER

I could believe:
when yellow lights melt
traffic in greenly built
pastures of social need
I would be relieved:
if hearts and minds
were synched for love
instead of personal need
I should conceive:
the mountain of God
is the tip of my finger

and I point towards the sky
making all things good!

:: 12-04-2014 ::


THE QUEER NATURE OF EARTH

the beauty of the
biological
mechanics
smite me!
A machinery
of faulty flesh
encased by Soul
— UNHEARD OF
in all the UNIVERSE!

:: 11-08-2014 ::


ACROSS THE GOD-HAND COSMOS

Soully by falling heartFeet
i held you lunar love,
the constant companion
over me lighting darkness
A whisper across spaceless
timeWalls sweet Light
my Lunar lovely one!

And all clearly now for me
not division of thought
but by love of precision
I see you up there hanging
across the GodHand Cosmos
And though distance stings
Our midnight kisses memories

And though the sun comes again
I still know the gently softness
of your Lunar Light Breasts
I share the love and beauty
of your gracefull presence
and hunger besets my days
while waiting for My Luna!

:: 11-08-2014 ::


MY LADY BUG SO SWEET

I have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.

:: 10-25-2014 ::