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THERE’S a burning feeling deep inside me
: — /so i find it so very easy to be true
, and admit i am easily a fool \
i hug the sun at day break
and kiss the moon at nightfall
hmmm.
But everytime you are by my side
i count the moments and watch you
and every move you make: it’s art and
as an ocean’s tide i’m pulled into you.
i know i am not worthy of a treasure
such as you but find it very very
easy to just be me — to be true:
because your mine. So at day and night
you’re upon my mind because you’re mind.
hmmm.
i have fallen inside a deep truth of hearts
figured out fruit flies but not cucumbers
and went down down inside a passion that almost
destroyed me — then your hand pulled me out
of poetic insanity.
:: 12.18.2020 ::
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WHEN i met you by the ‘Never Possible’ my feet were flames of sun by the meadow Moonbeams dancing upon my lonely tongue Saw a maple leaf fall twisting twirling propeller-swirls all within expecting hearts.
Incredible spectacle devouring my hungry mouth: this speed called love is above medical. When a leaf does not say what i mean i become a single filed formation escaping — running for my life from my heart.
Never possible calling me / i had your smiles within my pockets and found holes where my pennies fall upon the sidewalk____
(You better make this call)
that’s where your pennies are when a leaf does not say what i mean i become a filed formation escaping from my heart
Incredible spectacle
a speed called love above medical.
:: 11.23.2020 ::
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i found all the world within a sidewalk crack
so many soles walking over all sadness.
i apologize.
we all say, “everyone’s day is their own.”
what else can we be?
some kick off their shoes and enjoy the day
many others stick to their philosophy —
so what should they be?
i walk within the golden light
of forgiveness — for myself.
Would not wish to be you
with a gaping wound with salt;
they take all the blame eating freezer burn kisses
who has a right to say all apologies?
When i am close to nirvana
i say i wish i was as you
so easily confused with burning salt
but i cannot take blame — some choke
with after-birth and others embrace Sun.
:: 11.20.2020 ::
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walking through a daze suffocating the world
walking across America no face mask
just mind wars wine tours
all along a stretch of highway
spitting on bugs sweating all my love
rivers drowning faith
so now i know how the world dies
not within fire
not within ice
but supplication
i remember lesser wars but not this
where everyone is afraid to challenge political piss
never seen weakness like now
Supplication confuses the wishes of liberty
fear mongering rampant within all mainstream media
how to climb that Precipice to get to you?
if not then we all die.
:: 11.16.2020 ::
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Eyeball god in mouth
Ostara?…Dio?…Luna? …
Is light as hunger for colors?
Eros the god of eyes and the hidden feelings
shameful man with erect cock — sighing sex
in his heart — a crack, deep and wide!
Black Hole!
Punk rock for a Black Hole!
Rainbow and jubilee exploded in flood!
Like a porno universe all of our pornographic desires
moments of starving stars and porn stars!
An eyeless god living in a glass tube with hearts
like hot flashes in heat-blasted rooms!
Pulsing pimples — swirling while a midnight sky
brings forth a cacophony of cosmic screams!
More impassioned raw-animal! More barking!
more vibrations — more imminence!
More sinewy limbs on show — penis I’m looking at —
lifeless grey body but voracious pink face!
It licks and whimpers, suckles and sucks!
Shall I become a statue again? — glazed face with eyes
sheers-white in precession of Venus?
Hey! Taint! Milk it!
:: 11.12. 2020 ::
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THAT i have felt the winds of misery
of all that i have won through fright,
against steel and metal thoughts,
my arms are now weak, but not my heart
.
Not even a little.
What little tears me are drops of waves
against the mist of vast ocean
lit by thunderbolts of sorrow,
defined by unfathomable solutions,
or anemic eyelids.
i was born too early and fought for life
premature; then suddenly a fire within
my tiny heart grew and separated myself
from the chaff of earth; when wheat
hardens its little flanks and lifts up
its thousand-handed face,
i flew — as no human could.
the One who never shrinks from the
thump of darkness frightened.
My footsteps approach as fire
within the smoke, melting Winter
to live within Sprint, wielding Sun
to grow flowers and their petals,
and pushing earth away
in a wave of love and passion,
within raging rivers of flowerheads
does the light of sun and moon
reach my MOUTH:
as an old friend that meets me again!
:: 11.10.2020 ::
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Like winnable wars like broken hearts
feeling there’s no living gods
Like a poem that is out of reach
that no ink can write — i feel you.
While dreaming hope like a smile of love
without a lover a little foot step
without impossible dreams
there’s no unbeatable odds.
Shall I say it again?
With dreams there’s no
invisible walls and i sing,
“I just want you”
There is no Juliet without
Romeo, there are no thrills
without incurable life.
and I just want you
and I just want you
And how are you?
There are no in-crimeable crimes
no reason or rhymes why we lock
doors between living and life.
If there’s an Alpha I say
oh me again (omega) possible
dreams and I just want you
i just want you i just want you
how i dream fall-smiles
within your soul dear
Are all the beautiful flowers of your soul!
:: 10142015 ::
rev: 11.10.2020
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i can stir you with a swizzle stick //make a thin neck break: make you
a Manhattan that takes you to Jupiter now \ through the heart rye or Canadian whisky and red vermouth :: we travel the stars buying all the real estate like a bloody Mary and turn your coals into ice or make your spine climb up your back — Maraschino cherry
(swizzle stick) a truce for life up in my room and pull
the world from under you /analyze any faith through the brain
with no antidote — we all know blow-back sometimes for a thrill
but nothings like Earth’s air (we are searching for a place
like Earth to ruin again) light years to go.
Bought a planet called HD 209458 b (nickname “Osiris”)
all they wanted was a few beads and an axe called the “lady.”
reminded me of my ancestors and Chicago. Now I am soiled by
soul; interplanetary officers joke and say, “he would sell
his mother if she was a rock.”
So now i set my sights on a region called Empty God.
No planets, stars, or gases.
Under my console i keep an ancient alien document
no one knows of — therein lies the mercy of God.
After thrusters here i go.
:: 10.10.2020 ::
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IT is dark down here & this awful reality
satisfies the ego and frightens the soul
but makes a state of distraction
; an abomination –an abhorrence
for all that it implies -a living organism
as a leaf or a particle.
There is no non-life only emptiness & this filth
whose existence is temporary– a first-trimester pregnancy
in an animal –a rejected spiritual soul, it is real-
life in simple terms– the personal growth we are
so ignorant of the brave face of existence –a thing
we will ‘never’ ever come to terms
with –the vagaries of Time which call to us
‘cross the bridge’ & walk the Yellow Streets
of Van Gogh.
Hav you never ever walked the edge of fields of
so yellow they smell of gold — the wheat fields
of Vincent Van Gogh: he was a bastard
to most but greatly to ‘self’ –> killed the personality
but never the Art
nor the Soul
:: 04.29.2020 ::
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08/24/2013
The bed, a crime scene of sorts a passion spilled in sweat
he comes to me in the night. Willingly i go – to my death:
he comes to me in the night. A sword sharpened by lust and
thrusts it into my soul. mother, I’m ready to come home but
the line between pain & pleasure is small compared to the
pleasant death (ORGASAMS); the coroner will say an untimely
passing but my murderous lover knew the timing each plunge
of his knife ever deeper (the hounds of winter).
The best way to slice off entrails — I’m at home like home
on the floor covered with wine and gizzards then I’ll slit
my wrists (the hounds of winters!) it was an accident
I just wanted to see my bruises replaced with this new thing
the slit wasn’t to deep
A season for Joy a Season for Sorrow! So brighten my day
within the winter of Hounds today.
A lonesome sound a lonesome sound this day.
:: maj rev – 10.03. 2020 ::
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