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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 ::
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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 ::
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i asked the vast unknown if it knew
me___a taste of dirt i spat; an unraveling became
of me as though falling into and through a rabbit’s hole.
but One outside of space &
time — where nothing Human
is said, worn or told: again unraveling into a deeper sense
of nonsense whom once i was be-
came nothing More.
Is what this is more:
More, so much more!
:: 05.13.2020 ::
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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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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 ::
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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 ::
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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 ::
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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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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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IT is ‘they” as we sold the sun and moon
and stars away — __ children laugh and forget
up or down autumn spring summer or NOW
if as though “anyone” or “anyhow” have lost
their heart crying sleep wake and hope.
Oh, they try to explain as ice & snow
they try to forget their pain
& now one can ever stoop to kiss their Souls
\as little as little/ as was is was and nothing
more they dream their sleep.
& no anyone more.
:: 05.07.2020 ::
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