Category Archives: #hearts
………………..thunder………………….magic………………..lightning………………..
…………..opened gaPING MOUths of small wonders ||||||
hiding and running /death ensues\ painting and scribbling prose……………..
are the little thoughts of BEING .:} MEAN IS THIS HEART IF FUCKED WITH….(disclaimer)
I saw a light within the crack of the SKY
staring into my Soul within the blink of an EYE
THE hat man within the dark will bring h is check
(never talk with strangers) s TRANGER daNGER
no more tears 0–> EATING TOXIC GAS …
the mouth goes on to say : IT BEGINS
no singular eye can watch my (screaming) MOVES:
NO MORE TEARS
NO MORE TEARS NO MORE TEARS
:: 07.24.2020 ::
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Come on out come on
come out come now
Oh my pretends are
sometimes overboard
so no oh no so low
:last time i was born:
a new song hummed
below Hymen oh, heavens
/tap top rap ed
me so too soon you
see the end oh ha oh
well so |hellobYES
are so delicious
with a sun bee
torn inside HEad
.
:: 07.21.2020 ::
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i am held within constant gestation;
little dots called glyph s –words
swim within my Soul. L:0ve me if you
will but love me well if you must love
me.
this is another ‘birth’ and its name
is the subject of this tiny xpreshun
of wurd.
;; 05.13. 2020 ;;
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HAVE you never
ever walk
-ed the edge of
fields so yellow
they smell of Gold?
–the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh
he was a bastard
to most but greatly
to ‘self’ –>kill
the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
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listen. Of hearts that sing —
wailing aside. Better if eyes
could taste the color love
And in flight with bee
a passionate kiss from thee!
:: 10-15-2018 ::
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SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart —
is how my own Life
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by thoughts
whose fears as bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
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MOTHER, all the monsters are now gone as Love and Spirit have \defeated them;
and what is left is a gaping holethat can only be filled by Light and Soul.
Gripping my throat / gripping my soul / gripping all life;
Is my fear\is my fear\is all my undying fear
AND my lover, the other; a woman who stole my heart — i gave her all
that of good & bad; and my heart — always one too!
Don’t you breath upon me my fear!
don’t you tread upon me evil one!
If I could cry and I’ve tried
If I could sleep and I would
I would never belie this fact:
that many hearts are darkly lit
but never within my own heart!
:: 12-01-2017 ::
Rev: 02.24.2020
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WHEN love’s cold we cry
women seem so wicked
when hearts are so strained
men seem so distant
when love is so ugly
when we’re alone
when life is down
fears come out
when you’re so weak
hearts are so alone
when lovers are so
unwanted it seems so
cold when we’re so
hungry for love
no one knows how
to live for love
Lovers roaming nights
like when you’re down
when love’s cold
we cry and we all are
so wicked when hearts
are so strained
hearts seem so distant
opened mouths say
‘when you’re strange’
:: 10222015 ::
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You walk within my dreams
–> last night
a thought so near to me
and endeared to me.
but you couldn’t quite
discern me and you:
a stage like
a melody holding up
the world inside you
–a big secret wins
you over like a few
actors pacing from
shadow to shadow
too far apart. So i
stretch myself like
a shadow actor explaining
ticket tax and we live
in such bad product
: to meet my glory,
but my secret hovers
over my life to keep you
reaching like heaven; are
we dead citizenS or survivorS?
iT IS THE pulse of poetry.
:: 10222015 ::
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I listened to my heart
and wrote a postcard
all for you
My mouth is dry and i
give all my love
till my beating heart
refuses shadows so…
i write, “I love you,
and honor that one thing
that speaks while my
mind says another”
I’m arrested in all my
confusion of how i walked
for miles toward you
and ignored how bright
your sun burns” So today
I removed my heart to
revenge myself cause
i knew how much i loved
you /\ And men are not meant
to attain pure happiness
learning is not knowing
and hate is a rage so blind
that carries love away
:: 09192015 ::
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