TODAY i left myself
; no fanfare or tears
but heartache to have
known such pain & fear!
“Which way toward Heaven!”
all released Souls yell —
but we do not hear the
lucky ones, only our
agony within this
flesh & burden //
–05212020–
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RELEASED SOULS YELL
LITTLE PIECES OF ME
i was tipsy-topsy turvy thinking
like a dreamy breakin’ heart
if you every go; so like me lonely
–you like my jealously had a temper
and possess love –>like i hated you
be free it’s me without anger ; when it
gets down it gets deeply lonely — pink
frustration and low-granted trees-tree! No one will see it my
Way: it’s me with a high root and low canopy
so like me without the anger — fool…
a free wish of winds — allow the free
moments come forth –>…..no anger.
when it gets down it gets lonely
some kind’a lost; what a mantra my monster
what a ‘coming back’ to push back — so you see i am me without
Seeing all that anger once around me: makes me mad made me sad
and sadder until i broke into little Pieces of Me.
it is a Crime to Break Down
while Saving Souls
:: 05.14.2020 ::
HONESTY & CONDITIONING
SOMETIMES honesty is heard as:
“blah blah blah blah wee blah!”
we are familiar with that
fake voice
— we People have been a part
of a process that has existed
for a great while now; it is
the psychological conditioning
to not even know the Truth when
it stares you straight in the Face.
:: 05.19.2020 ::
GESTATION
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 ;;
DISHARMONY SHATTERED
WHILE the Cherubim sing their deeply forlangen hymns
…Oh, how beautiful! Oh, how sensually sweet!
That i am racked brokenly as suffocating despair
fills my Thoughts! My Mind! Not for this first
time am i drunk with expectation: as a child i
drank the Living Light. A price unseen until a
price paid!
Let us break disharmony and seal a pact with All!
To re-create a promise.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
BEYOND THE WHEN
we skip across the fence
beyond the WHEN
to Know what we are Doing
forgiving Light a Due
i cannot say this is truth
but suspect that light
whispers to the brain
after all is said & done.
:: 05.04.2020 ::
TO A PREGNANT THOUGHT
IF the trees and green pasteurs
find you;
if as when we sat upon a spot
splashed by sunshine then; who
could taste the touch
of Love than most nevered
heard nor seen?
Then come toward me and reach out
we will talk about small things
relieving the Heart of it’s
burdens.
Nature Agrees.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
SO YOU SAY I AM CREATED
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
THE Smallest is a thing no name barely, just
echo memory. Just the same
Such a stain that still remains,
within my brain, the smallest thing;
fragmented memories.
of every THING i created with my
own Love__ i am a damned heart.
\
\
:: ~~~~~ ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
A HUNDRED POEMS – XLVII (Rev: 07-20-2016)
THE Smallest is a thing
no name barely, just
echo memory.
Just the same
Such a stain
that still remains,
within my brain,
the smallest thing;
fragmented memories.
of every THING i
created with my
own Love__ i am a
damned heart.
\
:: ~~~~~ ::
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