IF,
my angel, hear my-self (too wonder: why
this profound sorrow?) when i think; secret
thoughts of you as though necessity
never spoke unnecessary thoughts:
demanding the most beautiful gifts from
me
which i may never return if then — in
kind?
:: 07.14.2020 ::
AS someone in love
i have fallen for you
i have fallen into
how Love is grander
than a cheap house
or a mountain upon
the highest of hills
as someone in love
i have become sillier
i have become stabler
how Love is grander!
:: 07.14.2020 ::
WITHIN the longest NOW (love)
melted me
melted my mind
but never my THOUGHTS
(buh-bump yea) so long
was this shortest JUMP
broke my femur
so cut’em between my
knees/
now forever bleedin’
screaming, meaning
i once believed in
l o ve.
;; 0142020 ;;
the first thing i noticed:
a white bright light
above my sleeping eyes
(n o o n e c a ll e d
my name(?)>)
calling : all the times i called
my long lost friends (beyond the way)
while within lavender-youth
we smothered sex and dreams
across the streams an unseen
face (no disgrace) –|deep within
the blackest of silence you scream
again|
oh wondrous one oh wondrously none
oh come (sex & dreams) | the first thing
i noticed: a white bright light…
:: 07.14.2020 ::
IF there are too
many Eyes: * *
* wreck yourself
* be an angel
(or stick around, like
balloons and furniture
for a day)
tell the grandchildren
how you defended the State
o f YOUR MIND.
:: 07142020 ::
V[this is where Vee go ]
i split the atom of a glyph
called
V (vee)
i did without a spade nor
the sting of a royal bee
: this i did for all of
me.
:: 07.13.2020 ::
[extract: The Destruction of Western Alphabet –eprobles–]
THE distinguishing Nature of ‘something’
is a character supported by a glyph.
within the mental imagery
of emotions.
We call it ‘words’.
As if we never noticed the rising Sun!
that we never ever felt the sinking
Moon whilst upon a beautiful date
is how one destroys things : place
your tongue upon the palate.
THE sides are for flavor but the top
and bottom taste Life.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
[ideas i used to slay the Western
Alphabet. Next book: to rebuild
from those ashes]
IF YOU HAD A WILL and testament
would it be written and read
within your perfect shapes
of curves and s-plashing reds
and of dying flesh?
AND if everything around you
is not quite as what it seems?
so if everything you ever
knew was just an elaborate
dream? As Narcissus would you
look upon your image and find
yourself afraid to see?
Hunting forever(y)
things that mean nothing at
all but the treasures all always
around you.
ALL CREATIONS OF YOUR PAIN
:: 07.12.2020 ::
[riding upon the back of a young butterfly i see quick scenes and smell the Earth and
her Perfume//a bird! –> dive! haha!\\
how wonderful to be…what is that? LIFE! OUT here within the fields i forgot
my heels and have my butterfly within high
gear — no need to worry no need to fight;
no need to feel forgiven | says the
beautiful butterfly do not cry do not break your heart
it’s only other-worldly experience here as a human believing butterflies; that nexus
is there if we go together.
A memory of Existence!
so begin the day with a friendly voice so those who love horror
can hate your musical comedy and love! Man! hahaha.
:: 07.12.2020 ::
 | Damien de Soto on Could I Be |
 | EPRobles on Could I Be |
| Damien de Soto on Could I Be |
| Damien de Soto on Drowning in Fear |
 | romanticallyinclined… on A PECK OF KISSmOuth |
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