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Little Soul from the walls of powerful hiding
being small with clasped hands that dream
powerful dreams within knitted locks —
from the safety of blankets and walls,
Allow love and mind and poetry prevail!
During transgression between flesh and mind;
sleep and wakefulness the world is more than one!
Upon awakened eyes! The small key of hardness
unlocks the lock — with a tender whisper.
The dreamer (me) is uncomfortable. Being here.
For i have left my love over there. Inside
the dream.
And i vow to dream again and again until i find
my love over there!
:: 01.06.2021 ::
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There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
My power and my pleasure; an addiction…
So “God is here, with you, and in you.”
There is a supreme and infinite pleasure that fills your heart.
Some languages of love will only permit love as a verb or simply a noun.
You are part of everything; you are not separate from anything.
Everything is part of you; you are part of everything; you are not
separate from anything.
So, i am and should fall large and in light that you shine,
can you see me? So baby, I compare you to a kiss from a dream
i live every day.
You may feel your experience of the world is disjunctive – somehow
disconnected. What is the actual nature of our existence? Is it
static, or in constant flux?
Maybe that is just your individual perception.
But we can try to figure it out by seeing how things affect us
This path we choose is about learning how to communicate effectively
with what we find, giving it meaning, and acting in ways that contribute.
If we are engaged in the pursuit of love in a real, open and collaborative way,
we can witness how relationships change and grow.
We may start with a story, but we are essentially learning how to be a partner.
We can see in our interactions how we are unbalanced, not yet aware that we need to change.
Over time, we discover what we are trying to hide, and begin to open up in our relationships.
The inner change begins with our hearts!
:: 01.06.2021 ::
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WEEPING is a season at which lonely broken hearts die
upon hands and knees. they crawl and climb
toward steeper hopes and fall: some into fears
the monsters never named!
Aches and pains from human bodies
moving forward as mountains like magic:
from China toward the ends of Earth
as human spirit!
Queen! Her heart and Mind and Soul.
Spreads.
Jessica’s got a girl
girl,
James
‘s is dynamite to understand:
anytime reprimanded — you see her shake
avoiding complications as a Baroness
she B Low s men’s minds!
a fellow of soulMagical twisteandtwirless
so playful as a pussy cat and Queen;
a Class Queen lo –
lov-
e oh so full of
promise and extraordinary beauty!
:: 01.04.2021 ::
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U hear that noise?
It’s an alarm.
It’s telling you you’re in a bad place
and you have to get out.
Don’t’ panic.
It’s just another day in life.
I’ve been here before.
One day I’ll meet you.
I’ll be at the elevator shaft
taking this elevator like everyone else.
Somthin’ would be so disappointing
for us if you don’t show.
So go and enjoy the view; “it’s only a plane
or two or three, no big deal.”
says the manager of tough reality — oh me!
:: 12.30.2020 ::
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Hey, hey, hey, hey!
The biggest market is pacifiers
You know what goes in pacifiers?
Another mouth to feed.
A vagina to suck!
I went to the market and said, ‘Hell, no!
‘Give me an organic glue
“If only we had time we would have inserted a fucking hole
in my balls. I could have given her diabetes.
Yeah, I could have forced her to eat cheese!
That smells like my wife’s pussy”
No (i have no wife! no!!!!!!)
Going back to nature is not just about foraging:
You have to stop
You have to let go
You have to give up
You have to ask, ‘How can I have this?
I don’t know about water.
I’ve always had a problem with water
And everyone refuses to feed Love.
Life so full of secrets. Then again,
something about water.
You’re searching for more than
What I have. Because something’s got to be
better than this!
Nothing is better than this.
When it’s time to give up, to move on
and to let go; to get to the next level
it’s a little later in the day. Hey.
I’m off to find water. I don’t know where it is
but it’s there.
This island is in trouble: our government is out of control
and sooner or later the disease will spread.
It will kill us all!
In my arms I cradle a gun
It is mine and only mine.
I need a drop to survive
If only I can find a vein
My mouth is watering
with the sweet relief
of Love’s heroin.
But it is not enough. My heart is racing like a fish on a line.
I have to leave but I cannot. My fingers are shaking
my veins are dry.
I need a drop to survive
I need a drop to survive
And the worst of it is I don’t know where it is.
But it is there.
I don’t know how to find it
I’m looking for water or Love?!?
Ohh
Ohh
I’m looking for water
Ohh Ohh
Water!
Ohh
I need a drop to survive
:: 12.23.2020 ::
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i wish I had more time and opportunity to explain my disgust to your rust-stained sarcophagus. To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.
Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth to your rust-stained sarcophagus!
To offer a calm palate of meditative colors for our feelings (why not) — you seemed so surprised to be called from a glass prison.
Oh, blessed crystal, what do I have to do to kiss your hand with a succulent kiss for you have forgotten the grain of truth and your heart could only love the person who feeds it for nourishment — is a difficult task; so you resorted to Cupid’s slingshot!
But here’s an alternative: follow my heart down the garden path, until my sticky feet block the entrance of Cupid’s grave.
Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.
Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.
Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the jar of colorful paint and I will show you the
sparkle of love.
Here — get me the fork and I will show you the flavor of our love
that came from one man.
Here — get me the ball and I will smash it across my canvas of life.
Here — get me the pencil and I will draw you a gentle, tender picture.
Here — get me the paint bucket and I will lay it on a canvas of life
It was exactly 14 days since you told me you left the store early.
14 dreary days and I do not think you’ve been here once (not that I
would blame you for believing it).
14 days since I was mean to you, and then you said you’d be back
by 14.
:: 12.24.2020 ::
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The nasty dark night ate the sun!
The farmers wailed against the dim moon,
“Be sane, or make it otherwise!”
Yesterday i awoke with a torn brain
against lover’s thousand acidic eyes
ripped apart by dying beds.
My screaming wish held but just Ourselves–
and Immortality.
:: 12.21.2020 ::
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As my sensational sensual moments bleed away and are no more seen by the vilest minds
my face deep within the riches of Earth’s soil away from unthought wars!
Unburdened by high wilt of human rine–
as pure Love has championed over darkly love.
And smallest voices as new born children spiritually cries of Spring keeping new born
butterflies afloat, is where Love strives
as droll god-beasts!
Such is the dance of perception as a reflection
through a prism; or early morning dew drop.
Time that not be for us — as purple roses
are sweeter to the but for me: deeper!
:: 12.21.2020 ::
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SHE can bring love with her smile and devastation with indifference
and ruin faith with the turn of her face;
SHE can bring paradise with her arms and paint masterpieces with her lips
and only reveal what she wishes you to see
SHE can bring passion to your life or steal the meaning of all things
breath the deep blue skies and bring a perfect day
Oh, mystery is beneath her footfalls and how her dress bellows while she
never gives out or gives in — she just changes her mind while promising
the Garden of Eden
So love i followed every motion of your emotion as you took care of yourself
and waiting as you want — ooh, she never gives in while singing angelic songs
and cuts you while you bleed
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
She just changes her mind while so kind does anything but gives hope to the lesser
Souls who ache for Love.
:: 12.21.2020 ::
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SOMETIMES you have to reach out to know
sometimes to bleed to know
— my taste in music is on the smart phone
never in your face
takes me farther than i’ve ever been.
she has Instagram photos of big breasts
but i know how photoshop filled them out
and i slept in my car last night cursing
my government …
wasting money on corporate pigs
oh it hurts my heart as much as she does.
corporate food killing us
soft drinks and candy too — i once loved
what i tasted; it was poison. Now i am
running for my Life. Leaving corporate
Death and corporate medical — pills and psych
talk kills those who are weak.
we run for our life
we cry and then die
before we awaken.
I had you somewhere within my coat pocket,
holding back your hand before you drank
corporate poison.
I will come back when your better.
(if you survive).
Life is a chemical for corporate Lives.
a chemical yeah. defy oh defy…yeah.
:: 12.18.2020 ::
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