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WITHIN the empire of my love & heart
within all things: so fly and kiss
all i am — within this empire
of visual senses/within all cities\
upon every blade of everglade
all the light all the fun from sun
i say: we are a people worthy of this
–holding out our hands:
upon the desert below the deep blue
ice above the rarest air i feel people
rising within the cities singing:
‘we are a people rising within the world
: a people worth love and care’
‘there is a people worth more than this
so hear me singing — all the angels and
all the devils around us can you see? there
is a people worth more than this who understands’
i say Life is the first gift
love is the second,
and understanding behind compassion
:: 07.16.2020 ::
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BUSTED purple-daze
all within my head
confection floating;
filming an ocean-whale
of truth___you got my
love within you & how
we could never kiss
goodbye
burning golden
piano-dark GOT your
\music/ within me
…let us never say
‘goodbye’ but maybe
apocalypse cause Heaven
demands a price upon
loving hearts oh darling
come on and love me you
already haunt me
:: 05.15.2020 ::
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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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pain pain pain
pain pain pain
pain pain!
IF there’s nothing
you can do that
cannot be undone
so easy________
AND nothing said
to be unsaid
then it’s done.
My mouth twisted
blueberries
of it’s colour
AND if nothing to
be sang so undone.
We’re dealing in time
and minds in love
is what we all need
All we walk into steps
of cobbler’s awals
singing love love
IF there’s something
that’s never shown
all known never known
So easy
it’s love we all know
and (all together now)
it’s all we need.
forgotten we all crumble
apart and brittle back
together.
:: 01-23-2018 ::
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AND if I ever call you
my friend ~
Tears and weak knees my love
Whenever I begin
my eyes cry and a hard
shoulder forever!
And now I dream my love
I begin to undrstand all
all within your eyes!
And now I know my life is more
and in every moment there is
a reason to carry on! Oh!
Sweet love! It’s a miracle
and a beautiful sight —
\ and if when I ever call
you friend; here we are
for ever and ever
— forever and ever like
a dream kissed; and now
I know my life has given me
more than a sweet dream.
And that is everything I dreamed
And now I know life has given
me more than memories!
A reason to carry on!
So now, within the sea of love
we all wish to swim in life
— so call me. call me.
OH, everyone call me.
I think I have the heart
to heart your love.
So love. Love me.
I love you.
:: 12-16-2017 ::
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SIGHT! if i still had it
[my eyes] this would
have made me cry t e
a
r
‘s’
ooh …ooh oh-oh ; by
sticky frames within
t i me we saw all
possible expectations
fusING our SOUL FROM
2 TO 1 /O! oh i always
wish(ed) this day to
never eND!\
:: 11-23-2016 ::
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OUR apologies yeah,
our deeply congregated
apologies weep /now\
When first we fought
men! Now we fight cerebral
war-fronts of confused
minds::/convergence engaged &ll
From all of Humanity we
pray for our fallen
enemy — the, “Un-awakened!”
:: 11-23-2016 ::
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[so, gather round where i
stand & listen:]
THAT now by autumn’s rumblin’
season; the world & Heaven’s
army is moving forward, to
war.
All within my closed eyes:
dream if i could — i would.
And now All is clear we’re
all insane under rows of
personae’s saber sharp-tooth’d
kiss and we, dear …are
bleeding beneath a lowering
curtain called, “The robe of
Ghosts.”
:: 11-06-2016 ::
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‘i live like cement
a human form as i was
born — too much.’
so late: fluid mental
state –> a human form
where i performed …
red panda. Red Panda
come save me today.
fuzzy hugs warm
nuzzles frizzy!
:: 11-01-2016 ::
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It’s been some hurting time: I lost it in a dial of fountain garbage youth — catfish mouth hooks and I never saw you sorry inside
Boreas is colored freezer pain! I haven’t had a hand job or pie Since the government gave me opportunity or more chances than churches where Jesus hangs on solemn walls while
flesh bags cry and pray for all their sins in a covered wagon somewhere in the 1950s black and white television. Gee I never knew ancient ones wore makeup and butterfly Lips like a hungry flower in a whore field. The sky gave me her scars like purple vaginas missing periods for months.
And Billy went to the store to pick up a jar of fat pickles. She never reached behind the curtain but I had my dummy and a fist beneath his cheap shirt making all the moves of a failed life.
11-03-2014 ::
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