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HOPING is a giant hammer, terrifying, and insane
at tender times, while the heart hides away;
crying like laughter releases compressed
emotions — this is no wrong or right but a golden
trumpet, teeth shattering upon each note played___
the paunch of my feelings gilded wainscoting.
Wonder ing if Heaven has graveyards — the hope
of dying twice/once in hell upon Earth the other
one inch inside the pearled gates.
:: 06.20.2020 ::
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TH3n the sky so pale as trussed trees !
hips smiled at brightly red leafs
to nonchalance a floating Lightly;
excesses of wrinkled pools of gentle
tendered skin’d papers of a foolish
poet: diligently carving thoughts into
lonely shades of limed avenues
: rendered mordant blue.
*(BREATH)*
Deceivers of charming coquettes
bow–> although the paint wet
dreaming wishingly devouring/
THE INNOCENTS.
:: 06.15.2020 ::
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i don’t have pleasantries
while i cry … losing you
i don’t have anything
since i don’t have you
i don’t have romantic eyes
and no happy heart
oh no happy things
since i lost you
the day you walked out
on me –> oh
i don’t have any more love
to share
oh mother she left
___since i lost you
oh you oh you oh you
no more hope & dreams
since you misunderstood
a confused mind & heart
i don’t i don’t have anything
since i lost you.
When you walked out on me
I walked in misery.
so i don’t have love
to share
since i don’t have you.
:: 06.15.2020 ::
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wings of glory
i have read the /\
and around the madness this
/come comes came the literary
–> literal wisdom of Ages___soon
to be BORN. i shall never dress
my head with butter but with sunLit
grace of the Great Thing. That who
ever made my tongue so sharp__family
or the gift of lit chrome Souls.
I know nothing between the inferior
thoughts of humans & science. I am
no thing you see of me: this skin of
chemistry and biological folly — that may
burn my skin and hunt my mind______do not
drink the ancestors of those of Mighty Race!
I have entered the true kingdom of “the Dead
within my stomach!” As when the moment pitches
hunger and as God is my Strength! I have devotion
for the weak and treaded lives. I am as far gone
as their life who once flowed through work — now
adrift above the common sense of adulation.
That i die in Hell of tormented affection i bleed
upon the noble ambition of my baptism of Life.
what is this judgment of perfection? The stones
within the Lake of Horror of my stupidity___ you
if strong come — otherwise keep your distance!
No faith in history no jealous pity from other
poets. I am no longer of this world. Hell! Within your
ecstasy close your deformed eyes and the cruelty of humanity
you feed my brain — paint your future popular paintings
and write your operas and unpopular poetry! Rudiments
of Madness and your invented words and colors!
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i wish to be a word
for a day
to better understand
character & its prose
i suppose whatever
happened to
the mind outside
my Soul has freely
given up to be a word___
and what word would you be?
for me?
l o q u a c i o Us
:: 05.21.2020 ::
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a healthy tree
is strong & solid
but not more
than a grove
as together
we are might;
apart — weaker
than our whole
low er our roots go
higher we grow!
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It’s a complicated world
ruled by pain and fear
Everything’s ‘will you swim
or will you fade’
the smallest things
hold us back
the madness outside
these walls
are nothing compared
to what’s within my halls
Brain traffic: s/o confused
grid-locked & neurotically fused
Drain my Soul
Brain traffic: over/used
fear-porn-fed till your dead
then Life’s on hold
it’s all Inside your head
BRAIN DEAD.
:: 03.27.2020 ::
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FORGOTTEN! are the fragmented memories as
touching the ghost-flesh of a missing limb ;a
bridge too far spanned beyond measure
and torn-bleeding feet bared for all to
witness/my Sweetest days
were alone with you
my brilliant Sun and her mistress of night
with silver-beamed light from her ageless face
the Moon\my Love is immeasurable, my Love’s
passion unmeasurable — we are too busy with
each other’s joy to notice; her nails are black
her neck is thin, her eyes anthracine-misty;
the very air within her presence a maelstrom
of mystery is where i am is where i go.
:: 03.21.2020 ::
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Climbing away
from the dream
went a dreamer
who was alive.
Climbing away
from the dream.
He spoke aloud,
with a tired mouth
which was numb
from his sleep.
Climbing away
from the dream.
In the dark of night
he spoke:
“Awake from the dream!”
He climb away from
the dream into
another.
:: 11-25-2018 ::
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EVERYTHING seems so real
the dancing trees
the talking clouds
and how you feel
When i’m alone i’m not here
everything’s gray
the world’s a memory
while you’re away
how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel
(to be)
a living ghost
within your skin
screaming in silence
while the world
fades away
when everything
seems so real.
:: 10-19-2018 ::
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